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She was born on the 4th of July and she was so special to me that no matter how hard I try not to cry; when I realize that she may be gone from my life forever...I just wanna die..

Yeah, that's what we promised each other, eternity.  We were so sure that we would last forever and that growing old together was our destiny that we believed it to be our reality. She was a former beauty queen who would often lean towards not mentioning that fact because she thought others would change how they'd act towards her.  But she was...beautiful.  I mean before make-up she could wake up early in the morning and the sun would rise to greet her.  In my eyes and the eyes of some pagent judges years ago she was perfect for the crown.  So, when the 4th arrived this year I stayed inside for fear that someone might see me frown up and start...crying...again.