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At least this is another experience. Even though it is a broken heart. I feel like someone I love has died. Life continues normally, but when I think of something that reminds me of you, "My Girl," silly clothes, even KFC, I feel stunned, too stunned to cry, until I do cry, and it just feels like a sickness that won't go away until I force myself to think of something new. I have no one to talk to, it's really what I need right now. But you won't. At least your family knows best. Maybe you can't handle someone like me, anyway? I thought loving someone meant loving them as they went through changes and growth, but apparently no. I don't know what to say.