It All Comes Back To Love

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This husband of mine…

Asking that question…about missing that mother of mine…seemingly random…but not really random…at all…that wife of his…crying her eyes out…for days…heartbroken over the loss…of that bff Old Man Wrigley…he hearing her say…for some reason…this death…was more painful…than any in her life…

Seems silly…parents…grandparents…all gone…before the age of 39…didn’t cry…didn’t grieve…didn’t feel the pain…like that of the cat…why would this be…she wondered…she loved her family…she loved the cat…her family loved her…that cat…loved her…but there in…lies the difference…

Old Man Wrigley…loved her loved her…like that husband of hers loves her…like those daughters of hers…love her…he loved her…like she was the most special person…in the whole wide world…no facade…no holding back…the not afraid to sing it from the mountaintops…kitty cat drooling from happiness…I’d be lost without you…kind of love…

And when given this kind of love…it’s impossible…to not feel exactly the same way…no facade…no holding back…a lucky to have finally found it…kind of love…

One…you never…want to lose…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…