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Aug 15
You were my first crush.
My first kiss was with you.
We took walks hand in hand.
Our future looked shiny and new.
We dreamed of two kids and a house.
White picket fence and a swing.
Our love was written in stone.
And you gave me a ring.
Our wedding in a little white church.
With a preacher and guests.
We honeymooned in Hawaii.
Our love passed all the tests.
But after the kids were grown.
You became distant and cold.
An affair you were having.
Her name I was never told.
Soon we were living apart.
I learned to live all alone.
We lost touch after that.
No talks on the phone.
Now here I am in my eighties.
You have since passed.
I thought we'd have forever.
I thought our love would last.
Written by
Lynn Stillman  61/F/Auburn, California
(61/F/Auburn, California)   
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   Ben Noah Suri
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