I miss the women that I have loved in my life, truly I always do and always will. But I find comfort in that I was able to help them when they needed me, and that I have the memory of their smile. Perhaps that is not much to hold on to, but it is enough. I still remember so vividly, even over these past many years, all the little things. The soft footsteps of such tiny feet. The sparkle of intuition in her eyes. The smell of flowers, always in the air. The whisper of her skin as it touched mine. There have been very few chances to love someone, even as I enter my mid 30s. But they were each so very amazing, in so many ways.
Sometimes I have doubted, but the older I get and the longer I stay alone without human contact, it has reinforced the saying, "It is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all." We all live and die alone in varying degrees, but even on my death bed, I will remember the gentle sound of her voice as she said that she loved me as she slept so peacefully. She wasn't able to say it when she was awake, but I was there for her, in her dreams. I hope that sometimes I still am, even if only to watch over and protect her.
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