And so we loved, and loved, and loved — through greens and browns and seasons that were ever so fleeting. You loved me ardently and I loved you relentlessly.

“Till death do us part,” you mumbled as you kissed him amidst the vast sea of blooming daisies.

“Until death did us part,” I whispered to the fallen, withered leaves.

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You love him ardently and I’ll always love you, relentlessly.