Depression 

It’s hard to believe, knowing what I know now, that there was a time that I loved her.

However, looking at the photos from then, not so long ago, I see the beauty and joy and I have to admit it’s true; I did. 

It’s not that I miss that love and beauty and joy so much that I can’t breathe. 

Not at all… this is a distant pleasant wonderful memory; that I am grateful for. 

No it’s that this beauty has been replaced by a meanness so vile I barely believe it can be the same person. 

Dennis Mantin 

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