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I think it is interesting that I have been coming back to LJ lately. There is this sense of familiarity and comfort that I have never felt with Facebook. I can be myself here. I've spent the evening perusing the last few years that I have been posting on here. There are a lot of truly wonderful, gorgeous, and loving memories. There are also some entries that, in light of current circumstances, made me catch my breath, stop for a moment, and have to get up and walk away, while trying to fight back an agonizing sense of "what the hell went wrong?", but yet...I still relive such wonder, and joy, and love, and beauty, that I don't think I would give up the pain and utter sadness that I am feeling now, if it meant I hadn't been able to feel and experience those amazing years and experiences with him that were birthed by some random fucking line up of the universe and my Livejournal babble...