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I have always been afraid of words meaning too much, or too little. But with you, I have never been afraid. I have felt, though, responsible for your pain. You are something to me. And I have been something to you, too. When I remember the touch of your hand (and I am far, far away) life shrinks and shines: everything is simple. You were there for me. You never put a price on your love, and your love was priceless. It was tall as the tree that grows in your childhood memories still. It was heavy as a rock from Mount Everest; I cannot lift it, but it helps me climb to the top. I have always been afraid of words meaning too much, or too little. But with you, I have never been afraid. All these years on planet Earth, and I am grateful. I will see you now.
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
I will see you now
I have always been afraid of words meaning too much, or too little. But with you, I have never been afraid. I have felt, though, responsible for your pain. You are something to me. And I have been something to you, too. When I remember the touch of your hand (and I am far, far away) life shrinks and shines: everything is simple. You were there for me. You never put a price on your love, and your love was priceless. It was tall as the tree that grows in your childhood memories still. It was heavy as a rock from Mount Everest; I cannot lift it, but it helps me climb to the top. I have always been afraid of words meaning too much, or too little. But with you, I have never been afraid. All these years on planet Earth, and I am grateful. I will see you now.
To my grandma.
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39/M/London, UK
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
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