To this day I feel so jilted.
I was never perfect, but I put so much bone and blood and loyalty into our love, standing by you, standing with you, offering all the support I could figure out how to muster.
You left without a word and I was too stunned to stand, for much of the next part of my life.
Now when I find myself repeating the experience, I wish so much that you were there to offer me something, guidance maybe, or at least kind words.
Which, itself, is me repeating the experience.
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