100 words x 365 days
She left him notes. Not grocery lists, or things that needed to be done, she left him words to remember her by when the earth stole her soul. In his lunch, on the bed after a passionate night of pleasure, and in the morning when he shaved. She left him notes to remind him of her presence. In his mind, she became less and less, but each day his children would open the old box of memories and read a story of his past. “My love, I wanted to tell you that you are special. Never forget that I love you.”
A.J. Luna
Confessions Of Passion 