10.
The next day, I take a visit to the cemetery. It was such a pretty day outside. I took a walk down the trail to her grave. Still decorated with all the pretty flowers. And it seemed like it was freshly cleaned.
"Hey bae, everything is going good down here. No need to worry about little old me. Make sure you save a spot next to you for me."
I felt closure in this. I will never forget about her. But I'm no longer sad like I was in the beginning. Tim to finally move on. Forever and always my love.
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9. Brunch with the guys was pretty chill. Had some laughs with them that I haven't had in a long while. We go to this birthday party for one of my friend's sister. That was going to be a good time. Basically everyone in town knew her. So basically everyone in town showed up. The party went on into the night. and little did I know, my friends had prepared a surprise latern lighting for my love. Had a whole candlelight vigil set up as well. I know she's looking down at this with her beautiful smile. Good to know I wasn't the only one who loved her.
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