Of hope and love

He picked up the wooden photo frame. She was beaming with radiance in the photo. I should have treasured her, he thought.

It was all still vivid in his mind. He could almost smell the scent she used to wear. She was always smiling back at him. It was fresh in his mind.

But, she was gone. For good.

He could not believe it. He was looking forward to telling her that she mattered to him. They could talk about the stars in the skies, art of making coffee or even truck accessories in the middle of the night. Why must she be gone…

It felt like a stab in his heart. He should have told her..

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