Mattie fell head over heels in love with a man she never met. His smile in a picture and his poetic words typed on a screen were enough for her to know him.
Now, standing over her grave, he weeps.
“I’m sorry I failed to tell you, I love you Mattie. Perhaps we’ll meet in Heaven.”
P. A. Shannon.








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