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A Dead Man's Story

I found this old black and white photograph.

Of a young handsome man.

Who died almost twenty years ago.

He looks so happy.

Perfect smile.

Beautiful eyes.

 

He looks so full of life.

Not aware of what is coming his way a few days later.

 

And suddenly i felt like i had known him.

The way he smiled.

His voice.

 

He was only 21.

They buried him somewhere i do not know.

 

But his smile told me a lot.

His eyes shared a lot.

 

If only i had met him.

If only i had known him.

I could have known how he was like.

I could have felt his warmth.

 

He's the most beautiful dead man i have ever seen.

 

i walked myself to his gravestone.

It was old and musty.

His name was curved into it.

 

I did not know what i felt.

But there's something about this man that had touched me.

 

I still came back to visit his grave years after.

And one day i stopped coming back

I got married and now have kids.

 

Many years ago, when i was young....

I fell in love with this man...

This handsome young man...

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