He saw her as if in a film montage, that technique so overused and mocked. Yet, it was her. Series after series, moment after moment of the best of their life together. And she was always beautiful. And she was always smiling.
If there's one thing I have said,
is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed.
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door,
it's been the worst day since yesterday
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