I once met a man with a good soul, who reached out his hand, healed my sick and sad soul, then he walked out of my life. I spend every night on my knees, praying for him to come back, knowing that we are not supposed to ask, the eternal question, why, oh why God, did you lead him to me, and then let him leave, I miss him and need him so, not strong enough to take on this world alone, just a call or a note or something, so I know he still thinks of me from time to time. The generous, darling, sweet man with the good soul, left with memories lingering in my mind, cheering me up when I'm down, giving me a line to hold to when I'm drowning, gratitude I feel is overwhelming, hope has replaced despair, confidence is up, love has finally come home.Birth sign: Taurus
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