6 months

Sometimes u tell yourself or even maybe a friend when am I going to be happy where do I begin going to the store and doing a little shopping buying things to eat I saw this man picking up my bag I said he's crazy as can be he looked at me smiling I said what is so funny he said sorry for being rude but my name is tony I will never forget that day I didn't even have a plan but this man that was carrying my bag would be my husband we dated for 6 months I didn't have a clue I would be this man wife what's a girl to do he would always say if he died right now it will be okay because god sent him a blessing and I was sitting in his face I want to thank god for sending him to me he was my husband for six months may he rest in peace
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Posted: Sep 2011
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Being happy for that moment

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Comments (2)

Poetnumber1
Sorry to hear about your sad story,when one sweet heaven closes,then another is just beyond the horizon,waiting to be opened. May gain the strength to endure,thanks for sharing your wonderful thoughts,much appreciated my friendhug
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best wishes to youwine
justbereall
Thank you so much my friend
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