If I were to try to put into words how much you mean to me, this would be my pitiful attempt. When we met nearly half my life (28 years) ago, I was 29. I lived with my widowed mother. I worked full-time as an administrative assistant at an ad agency. I had friends but …

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Although we spend week days apart You remain foremost in my heart Hearing your voice makes me happy And I don’t care if that’s sappy Some hate February 14 They might be lonely, sad or mean If they knew true love like we do They would not feel annoyed or blue Perhaps they’ve lost a …

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