I had taken to sitting in the corner of the garden lately, in the wooden love seat we had bought together many years before. The weather was changing and the chill of autumn made my bones ache for long days of warmth and sunshine just as my soul ached for my loss. A soft thud caught my attention – the last, decaying fruit dropped to the soft mulch on the ground. As the apple fell I realised that winter would soon arrive – snow on my head and ice in my heart and quietly he would reach out a hand and take mine once more.
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So poignant. Lovely writing.