Brendon

Year One  he was shining, stunning, most breath taking thing I had laid eyes on. We were only twenty five and coffee shop friends.

Year Two we were close. Closer that we showed up at each other's houses at least once a week. I'm pretty sure the people of the coffee shop thought we were with each other, and so did our neighbors.

Year Three I asked five times. I asked five times for him to go on a date with me. He denied all five. But he ended up suprising me and asking me in the middle of accidentally flirting with each other.

Year Four we shared a apartment together. It wasn't meant to happen but he was here so much that he got convicted out of his house. There for, we had a accidental engagement.

Year Five we got married. A small wedding with white tables and chairs, with lights and candles set everywhere. Our nieces and nephews ran everywhere laughing with the cheap bubbles we bought just for them.

Year Six we bought a house. A actual house. It was in town with a fenced in back yard with a typical white fence house. I loved it.

Year Seven we had children. Well, not actual children. We got a dog! And then we accidentally got another dog. Sorry, whoops.

Year Eight he got sick. Practically deathly sick. He eventually got better, with the help of doctors and anti-biotics. The dogs wouldn't leave him alone when we get home.

Year Nine he got worse. They were wrong, it wasn't just some small sickness, no, it was lung cancer. He barley came home, and the dogs slept by him when he did.

Year Ten came my depression. He was gone. My light. My sunshine. I had nothing to take my breathe away. The dogs were sad too. It's been a year and they are still confused. And me? I'll never be the same again.

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Last few things I've posted have been really sad I'm sorry.