On this 20th night of December, a year ago, I helped the love of my life walk upstairs and go to bed for the last time. On that night, we slowly walked up the stairs, as we did for weeks, but I somehow knew that was going to be the last time. It was. Every night I walk those same steps alone and cry. I miss her so much.

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