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ALAINA

The ache of loss is tempered by the promise of what lies beyond the finite. Alaina, the pain is but a rough-hewn stairway leading to a plateau where grief is unknown, where love flourishes, unfettered and unending. This sorrow is not an anchor, but a sail, catching the winds of hope, propelling me towards a meeting ordained by destiny, and fate, and God.

Each tear, a testament of our earthly parting, each smile, a pledge of our Heavenly reunion. Your name - a lighthouse in the fog of grieving, a beacon guiding me through the turbid waters of sorrow, leading me to the tranquil shores of acceptance, hope, and an eternal bond.

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Alaina, in the realm where the mortal and the divine merge, where love's echo reverberates with unending clarity, there we shall meet. Until then, your absence is but a pause, a breath held in the symphony of existence, a note suspended before it cascades into an eternal melody.

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