Of all the things that you have written that I have read. I can relate to this the most. To sit and look at the frame of what used to be, walls that kept out the cold and a roof that protected from the rain. To have nothing left but the mere imprint of a memory in your mind. To have so much that you wished you had said and yet so glad that you didn't show that part of you heart lest it would have been broken too. I feel ya in this one more then you know.
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