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Sometimes I wonder if I can keep on with this, finding love (or what I think is love) and then losing it in the moment between breaths. Maybe I’m just looking in the wrong places, looking at the wrong people. Maybe I’m missing the obvious one, the one standing right in front of me, the one I never thought of. Or maybe that’s just what the stories tell you. The many stories. So something in them must be right.