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If I could only remember. I forget sometimes, the things that bring me happiness. The smiles in my mind elude me. I can't find them and this makes me sad, or downright cantankerous, angry, weepy...a half a hundred adjectives course through my mind. The simple things like those I love, or who love me. Like the one I know of a certainty, for the first time in my life, who loves me without regard to race, color or creed. Without caring that we are not, perhaps, the best thing for each other. So many differences. So many things against us. Time and distance stand between us like a wall. And yet, these things are not enough. For given time, the smiles return, and I am reminded of the simple things, the joyous things that give meaning to life. To my life. To our life. I am strengthened and invigorated and find the will to go on, to hold on, and even smile now and again. I remember.