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People fall in love. It's just in our nature. To be human meens you must nuture to feel neede. To feel loved. Sometimes it does happen. Sometimes it doesn't. But if it didn't happen, then there wouldn't be love stories. Like this one.

Sometimes I can still hear her whisper, sometimes I can feel her hair. It's all so vivid, so engrained in my memory to forget Marielle would be like forgetting I am a living creature.

I'm not the frivolous sort of "lovey-dovey" person. If I fall in love it's not because I go looking, but because it finds me. If this was a perfect world, there would be no such thing as love, and ,ove would not be considered beatiful. But you can't have beauty ( or be able to appreciate it) without love.

She came up and bit my leg. If I had never seen her, spoke to her, felt her, I would be a better person, and I would be a much worse person. That's how love works. A complex chemical reaction that leaves you babbling like an idiot, and leaves you wanting more.

My life had been on a downward spiral. I went down to the pub. I needed a drink. Bad. She was sitting there. Reading. Just reading. It annoyed the hell out of me.

"Is it interesting?" I inquired, not really paying attention, not expecting an answer.

"Actually, it is quite interesting. It goes like this..." and to my surprise, she told me the entire plot of the book, and I sat and listened for two hours. Two hours.

We kind of hit it off after that. A few months later, we were pretty serious. Then the cancer.

I stayed by her bedside, no lived by her bedside for two months. Twice doctors tried to make me leave, but I wouldn't do it. I couldn't do it. Even through her chemo, she was still beautiful. On March 5, 2005 she was dead. But if you ask me, she wasn't dead. She just started the second part of her life. I didn't believe in life after death, or god for that matter, but when I met her, that all changed. Only a god could make something that beautiful. Only a god.

Copyright 2007 baldric
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