Chance, happenstance, accidental, but maybe fate. His voice, oh, his voice, indelible in her heart even decades later. Strong, gentle. Kind and insightful. Her, all wrong, too slow to recognize love, one love, the only love, and then he was gone. Decades later, memories rending her heart. Then, she was someone else. Now, it was too late for her one love, only love… never to love again. ©April 2022 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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