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[mikejohnb]

I am constantly remembering what I have done for the last month. It has goods and bads to it. Everyone I tell about it tells me, just let it go, it's not worth it. But it is, it's worth everything. If I don't remember it, then it wouldn't matter. And if it doesn't matter, why would I have felt like complete shit for 3 days? It was worth it, so it does matter, and no one sees that. I'll never forget my wonderful month with her, and I will always look back on it. No matter what anyone says, it was worth it, and it was worth more, and I would have given more if I had to.

Love means love, not like a lot.