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I hate being right, I really do. It hardly gives any satisfaction. I finally got to talk to her. I told her. I even gave her the letter I wrote as backup so she could get everything in detail. I even sent her an e-mail after she left because I realized that I had forgotten a couple of things. The outcome was as I predicted though. Just like I thought it would be. She told me that she loves me a lot, just not in the same way. That's paraphrasing, of course, but you get the idea. Why won't this little sliver of hope die? I've had it for the nearly 8 months since. This smallest sliver of hope that keeps getting me hurt. It's so tiny, and it just won't go away. Nothing anyone says or does can make it go away. I think I might have lost this fight though. The last few months were probably a test that I failed miserably. I never really had regrets like this before. These are real regrets. I think I might be losing myself again.