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Dear Corbin,

Hey it's me Ari your fiancee I know that it has been about a year since the departure but One day I went through some pictures while I was cleaning out the drawer in the closet when I found the pictures so in honor I wrote this poem for you:

(you know the drill song is sideways,and the poem is normal)

It's the wrong kind of magic,

Now you see him now you don't,

Used to be he'd drop anything for me,

But not lately he won't,

He used to slay dragons,

To keep me from harm,

And Come running to my open arms...

I lay in our King size bed laying wide awake it's not like you to come home late,

But your job keeps you,

That part I understand,

I guess I fell asleep waiting for you,

All I know is that I felt a cold brezze and I curled up and in minutes,

I felt warm I open my eyes to find your space still empty and our patched blanket covering me,not you.

I want the magic of love again,

The look of longing in his eyes,

All the wonder of surprise of knowing that the best is yet to come,

I need the magic of love again,

Give me a magic wand to wave,

Tell me the magic words to say,

To the bring back the magic of love...

I remember long ago when we were studing at my house,

I was helping you with your pitiful math grade,

We both entered our applications to NYU at the same time to bring luck,

About a month later I got a letter from NYU, I was about to open it when you came over you had your letter too,

So on three we ripped our letters open and we both got in!,

We danced, we hugged and we kissed our first kiss between the two of us.

No illusions he's a man that has many dreams,

But it's so confusing to be always in between...

I remember many nights when you would leave me at home and hang with the guys,

Everytime I'd turn to Alchol,everytime.

I want the magic of love again,

That subtle sourcery of the heart,

The fire his smile used to start,

That makes me feel like I'll never get enough...

I remember us making sundays,The chocolate,whip cream,cherries,sprinkles and bananas,

We were feeding eachother,

It was my turn to feed you,

I told you to close your eyes while your eyes were closed I put whip cream on my finger,

And instead of putting the whip cream in your mouth I put it on your nose,

You went balstic and we had a whip cream fight and in the end I won,

But you couldn't handle it so you decided to make it even so by tickling me until I gave in,

And we began to clean up the mess that we made,

I told you that 'you missed a spot' on your face,

So I took the liberty to clean it up,

I kissed your lips and you kissed back,

And we stood there in our kitchen kissing forgetting all about the rest of our whip cream mess.

Give me a magic wave,

Repeat the miracle that gave us,

The wonderful magic of love...

So there is your poem.I know I know that it isn't the greatest but you know that I can't write a poem to save my live.Although I wish that I could have saved yours.Even though it's been a year since your death I still belive that it's my fault, If I wouldn't have sent you to the store you would probably be here now. But anyway I just wanted to let you know that I still love you and I will see you someday.

Love,

Arielle your widowing fiacee

After I re-read my letter to you I stand up from the ground. I have yet to put the red rose that you love so much on the grave I wipe away a few tears and gently set the rose down, I bend down once more and put my hand to my lips and put it on your cold tomstone. I leave my hand there for a few moments I release my hand and stand back up. I begin to walk to our car ,I turn back one final time and wave for I will be back I just don't know when and walk to our car and drive away.

The end