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I spoke his name aloud that night. I was lost somewhere between a dream and wakefulness as my eyes opened when his name found my lips. I knew then as I had always known, from the day we met, that I was given a gift, the gift of love. This gift could make the saddest tear that has ever fallen from an eye, and this gift could put the happiest smile that has ever been on a face. This gift, this love could make me feel an emptiness as deep as a well with no bottom and no hopes of return if lost. This love could also pour into me such a fulness I was sure I would burst. This love, I am sure now is as real as the tree outside of my window and the pen in my hand. Though he is not here when I open my eyes, this gift is there, this love is here, as it will always be with a surity I know as inevitably as death.