Mel and Crystal at the Cemetary
If you've read my journal, you're aware of what this symbolizes. And yes, I do wear glasses.
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He was my Master. He was Mel's husband. He was, what all men should strive to be.
*takes a deep breath.* You know, Seth was truly... Ideal. *deep inside smile to herself.*
Ya know, I always took for granted what it truly meant to cry yourself asleep. I never did that before... I thought I had, but when he died, I cried for hours, wildly, non stop, and then somehow, I woke up crying the next day. I never actually went to sleep, yet I woke up.
Though he wouldn't be happy with me crying that baddly over him, he also would accept it and understand why there was a need for it. Yet, one trait of mine he always liked was my inquisitive nature. I did find it quite an interesting experience crying that hard.
*takes a deep breath.* You know, Seth was truly... Ideal. *deep inside smile to herself.*
Ya know, I always took for granted what it truly meant to cry yourself asleep. I never did that before... I thought I had, but when he died, I cried for hours, wildly, non stop, and then somehow, I woke up crying the next day. I never actually went to sleep, yet I woke up.
Though he wouldn't be happy with me crying that baddly over him, he also would accept it and understand why there was a need for it. Yet, one trait of mine he always liked was my inquisitive nature. I did find it quite an interesting experience crying that hard.
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