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walk through the door and take me in your arms and we’ll embrace. What happened a year ago was a major obstacle flung in our path to wedded bliss. What happened yesterday was only a small setback. I knew that as I sat by your hospital bed and we laughed and talked. You dozed from time to time but wouldn’t admit you slept. I tried to kiss you but my lips couldn’t reach yours through the side rail. You reached out and stroked my hair and told me not to worry. So as I did last year, I’ll lead my lone existence. I’ll get up in the morning and make breakfast for one instead of two, go about my day, making time to visit you when I can, thinking of you all the while, go to sleep in my lonely bed, knowing you’ll soon be lying next to me. I believe that some day, you’ll walk through the door, take me in your arms, and hold me. I’ll live for that day. THE END
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