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...and so it went, coffee brewed and whispered conversations from nearby tables blended in with their own words on the aspects of love. They both agreed, tis true, love changes everything - hands and faces and how you view the earth and sky. Love can make days fly by and nights last a lifetime. With one look or the delivery of a letter, nothing is ever quite the same.

Words mean more, hearts can sing, pain is deeper than before. Your world is turned around. Future years are shaped by love. Wisdom disappears, rules are broken. People go where they didn't intend to. Passions come alive.

...and so it was, the next few words she spoke were nothing like I'd ever heard her speak before. She said she had found the answer. Her first love was the only true love she had ever had and knows it should have been her last. She knew for certain, the next time she fell in love, it would be with him. For her, there could be no day or night, no life or breath without him by her side. She would not settle for what would get her through the night any longer. The flame she thought was long since dead, suddenly burned once again.

All this she said with sparkling eyes that displayed her love and a contented smile that caused her very being and the love she felt to radiate through the room. It was if no one else was speaking.

She had never felt like that before. She told me that no matter what she did or where she was, she saw his face appearing. It was like a unexpected song that only they were hearing.

The past was far behind her, behind them.

The room grew silent as she spoke fer final words...

...until I did...there is only him.