Whenever I see people holding hands, with the person they love. I think of you,knowing all the stuff you went through to fine the one for you, but now you are with who you are destened to be with.
But that is not my story. My story is me always being there for both of you and helping take care of the house choirs, knowing I don't have to worry anymore because you have to one you really love and care about.
So love really isn't a story it's someting that comes from the heart and always will.
Dedicated to my Mom and her boyfriend who is like a father to me....
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