My boyfriend, Randy, cried as he pleaded with me to wait for him before leaving for his studies abroad. I hated waiting more than anything. Yet for six long years, that was all I did. I waited for him to finish his work. I waited for him to read my messages. And I waited for him to say how much he missed me. Finally, I waited until the day I didn’t have to wait anymore. He fell in love with someone else and invited me to his wedding. I was late, but he kept calling me. What he didn’t know was that I had died on the flight to his wedding.
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