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Yes... I do miss him. No. I won't let it stop me.
In fact. It's been a long time that I have acted myself out, and lived on the edge.
It has taken me more than 18 months to realize where I'm standing, alone on the rocks.
I think I'd lived my life for my love for as long as it lasted, as long as it bared. It faded not because my time was over, but because the dance was breath taking for the partner. I'm OK. I'll be OK, and so will he.

It's such a stupid game we are playing. And I don't like the play. It used to be life, it used to be love, but no longer.