She had just finished lamenting about how hard life seems sometimes.

“When do we get to the good part of the story?” She asked through her sobs.

As I held her, I whispered in her ear – “This is the very best part of the story. This is the same part as all of the other parts of our story. It’s called ‘It didn’t matter what happened, they just loved each other.'”

It didn’t matter what happened, they just loved each other…

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