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We Said We Would Meet Again But We Made No Arrangements. Not Out Of Any Bad Feeling Between Us, But Because I Felt It Had All Been Said, Or Not Said But Understood, And She Probably Did Too. To Know She Was There Was Enough, And For Her To Know I Was Around Was Probably Too. Sometimes That's All People Ever Really Need. Just To Know.

There Were Hundreds Of Them Spread Across The Floor, Each Telling Its Own Tale Of Triumph Or Sadness, Each Letter Representing A Phase In Her Life. She Had Kept Them All.

Our Life Is Made Up Of Time; Our Days Are Measured In Hours, Our Pay Measured By Those Hours, Our Knowledge Is Measured By Years. We Grab A Few Quick Minutes In Our Busy Day To Have A Coffee Break. We Rush Back To Our Desks, We Watch The Clock, We Live By Appointments. And Yet Your Time Eventually Runs Out And You Wonder In Your Heart Of Hearts If Those Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Years And Decades Were Being Spent The Best Way They Possibly Could. In Other Words, If You Could Change Anything, Would You?

What Was That Thing That Could Make Two People Promise One Another To Spend Every Day Of The Rest Of Their Lives Together? Ah,i Found It. It Was A Thing Called Love. A Small Simple Word.

Empty Words Almost Echo Within Themselves