It is one of those postcard perfect spring days; warm but not hot, breezy but not windy, a few clouds decorate the bright blue sky but it’s not overcast. I smile as I watch him walk toward me, looking just as he did when we first met all those years ago. He hugs me, with a strength meant to make up for lost time, and we sit down. As beautiful as the view is, we know there is not much time and there is so much to say. Simply saying hello brings tears to my eyes, and I know in a moment they will slide gently down my cheeks. He is used to seeing me cry, but this time my tears are for him.
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