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Why did it take me so long to figure out that several years of 3 days seeing each other every 3 months was too hard. I honestly thought that love could prevail through everything. It doesn't. Love does not conquer all. It is not patient, it wants satisfaction now. It is not kind. It is cruel and brutal. But making sense of it all makes so much sense. At least she has a shot at normalcy. That's my job, to provide that opportunity for her. It will be alright.