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Originally posted by punkmusicfan21
My best friend and I went to a deserted parking lot and slowly tossed pictures, gifts, ect ect... into a fire that we lit with lighter fluid telling the story of each thing that went in. After they went in, went up in smoke and turned to ash, we said goodbye to the memories forever. I remember why I was sad and bitter but I don't feel it anymore...
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I couldn't do that. He was too important-the love of my life and my best friend. I have all our pictures together in one computer folder. There are some days I see them and think 'what the hell was I thinking'. But there are times I come across them and smile at the memories of the times they were taken. I have his gifts to me in the house too. I remember the ending-like a death. Guess I just choose to remember the life before that too-the happiest I had been in a very long time.