Past performance is no guarantee of future performance.

It's not snowing. Does the weather no longer care about Chris?

Five years on, and the sun is shining, it's like another early spring day. Where is the snow?

I still can feel his touch, I still remember. I am not likely to forget.

I remember the sound of his voice, and the feel of him. I remember the way he looked, bending over me.

I will not forget. I love(d) him, and he loved me, and I will not forget.
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The words, his phrases, come back to me in tumbling laughing whirls of tears.

I miss him, but I will not forget.

He was beautiful.