I remember what life was like without you.
I remember the loneliness that was so deep I feared I might drown in it.
I remember the sorrow that permeated even the parts of my life that should have held joy.
I remember the prayers that I offered endlessly.
"Please God"
I remember the moment that I knew you were the answer.
I know how perfectly imperfect you are.
But I do not care.
Because I remember what life was like without you.
International Incidents
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What do you get when you go into a Mexican bakery, where they speak
English, and ask them - in Spanish - to write "Happy Birthday" in English?
I mean, *b...
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