Where do I start? So much has happened since that day when Abby's spirit left this world. The biggest change occurred in me. I thought I wold crumble up and die along with her. I felt like my soul was destroyed and my heart ripped from my body but they weren't. I woke up the day after her funeral with a peaceful feeling inside of me.

Everything around me was the same as when I fell asleep the night before, yet seemed changed in a way. I noticed the skies a little bluer, the grass much greener, the world itself brighter. That morning, a rainbow appeared out my window and as my eyes fell at it end, I realized she was there, watching me, waiting for the day we would meet again.

The words we most want to say are difficult to find sometime. Their journey begins far, far away in the heart.

I never understood that quote until I met Abby. There was so much my heart was telling me to say but I never did. I dreamed of a person warm and kind that would love me for me and I found that in Abby. My heart was filled with so much for her though we never shared more than a kiss. Ours went beyond romance, beyond friendship, to a place where souls are born. She was my soul mate, I know that now.

I have tried my hand at other relationships, even considered getting married last year, but never went through with it. I know Abby would be upset to know this but she is still in my heart and no woman could take her place or measure up to her.

I hope one day to move beyond this and find someone who treats me as she did but I am fearful that my once-in-a-lifetime died in that fire all those many years ago.

I'll end this story with a poem I once read about love. Whenever I hear it, I think of her; my dearest friend waiting for me at the end of the rainbow.

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Shall I love you like the wind, love. That is so fierce and strong, That sweeps all barriers from its path And reeks not right or wrong? The passion of the wind, love, Ban never last for long.

Shall I love you like the fire, love, With furious heat and noise, To waken in you all love's fears And little of love's joys? The passion of the fire, love, Whate'er it finds; destroys.

I will love you like the stars, love, Set in the heavenly blue, That only shine the brighter After weeping tears of dew, Above the wind and fire, love, They love the ages through!

And when this life is o'er, love, With all its joys and jars, We'll leave behind the wind and fire To wage their boisterous wars,- Then we shall only be, love, The nearer to the stars! R.W. Raymond

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