a cure for the common block

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He sang to her bones, a melancholy hymn he had written as a child and gave to her on their first anniversary; no one else would ever hear it again, he would only sing for her, on the same day every year. He laid the flowers on the grass, kissed the headstone, and made the most painful three-minute walk of his life, a walk he suffered through year after year; nothing is more painful than turning your back on the love of your life, leaving them behind, and what he wouldn’t learn until they were reunited was that she felt the pain too, watching him walk away and unable to pull him back, unable to embrace him and comfort him and ease his heartache, she could only wait for his return, and hope that his suffering would end soon, so they could move on together.

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