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This just made me weep a bit
"You're my rock," she said, not long before the end. But she had to say goodbye to me. Neither of us thought this was possible. We had loved each other dearly, deeply, always. When she was in her 70s, and I in my 40s, we would walk along the village road hand in hand. She had put up with all my adolescent hatred, my tangled love life, my absurdities. We looked into each other's eyes and saw everything. How could death part us? "I'll wait for you," she said to me.
"You're my rock," she said, not long before the end. But she had to say goodbye to me. Neither of us thought this was possible. We had loved each other dearly, deeply, always. When she was in her 70s, and I in my 40s, we would walk along the village road hand in hand. She had put up with all my adolescent hatred, my tangled love life, my absurdities. We looked into each other's eyes and saw everything. How could death part us? "I'll wait for you," she said to me.