Last time I was here, I called mum and spoke to her. she was languishing at home. a month or so later, she would die. The ex and I were here together and all seemed so romantic and intimate, we had such fun and romance.
I broke down seeing the falls. The 
memories were too much, the promises of a renewed relationship with the ex was so comforting, the reality of mum dying weighed heavy like the falling waterfall. I broke down and could not stop crying.
Coming back here, the memories return and splash on me like the vapours of Niagara Fall, taking me back to last May year, to the family trip in the Summer of 1994, to the carefree days of little me, to the days when I was well and life seemed promising and stable...
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