I count the pictures that hang on the wall; one by one I count them all. The faces they all stare back at me, looking for answers that only I can see. Through my eyes I relive so many moments and times, too many emotions rush through my mind; the tears begin to fill my eyes. These are the moments when I wish you were here, to ease all the pain and to comfort my fear. These are the moments that I wrap myself in a blanket of memories and forget the world for awhile. For all I need now is wrapped around me, for all I want is to be alone with my thoughts … myself … my love … my memories.

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