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The Weight of Then

I walked a road I cannot mend, With choices carved that wouldn’t bend. I spoke too late, or not at all, And let the silence build the wall. I turned from paths I should have tried, Let dreams grow old, then watched them die. Held back the truth to spare some pain, And lived to feel the loss remain. The words I swallowed haunt my sleep, Like echoes buried dark and deep. Faces fade, but not the ache Of every smile I didn’t make. I wore my pride like armor strong, And kept it on for far too long. Now time has slipped beyond my grasp— A vanished moment I can’t clasp. But still I wake and face the day, With all I’ve done and failed to say. Regret may whisper, sharp and low, But through it all, I still can grow.
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He’s Still the One — 26 Years Later

I didn’t expect to still be in love like this — not after 26 years. When we first got married, everything was new and full of spark. The butterflies, the late-night conversations, the holding hands for no reason. But like many people, I thought it would fade with time. I assumed real life would chip away at the romance — the bills, the kids, the stress, the daily routines. I thought one day we’d just become two people who shared a house and a history. But here I am, 26 years later, and I still look at him and feel something real. Something strong. Something soft and surprising. It’s not the same kind of love as the early days. No — this love is deeper. Quieter. It doesn’t shout; it doesn’t try to impress. It just is . It’s there in the way he pours my coffee without asking. In how he still reaches for my hand when we walk. In how he listens — really listens — when I speak. It’s in the familiar sound of his laugh, and in the way he still makes me laugh too. We’ve been through so muc...
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Quotes

Though jealousy be produced by love, as ashes are by fire, yet jealousy extinguishes love as ashes smother the flame We know accurately only when we know little; with knowledge doubt increases Hateful to me as the gates of hell, Is he, who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you cannot fool all of the people all of the time Loyalty means nothing unless it has at its heart the absolute principle of self-sacrifice An archaeologist is the best husband any woman can have: the older she gets, the more interested he is in her A man likes his wife to be just clever enough to comprehend his cleverness, and just stupid enough to admire it
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