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I don't normally do relationships. Guess I'm too self-absorbed or something. Happy with my own company. Not too interested in sharing. Occasionally it happens, though.

It happened recently. Met her for the first time late last year and when were introduced, it was the first time I had ever experienced that romance novel, struck-by-lightning feeling of being instantly smitten. Yet it took a while before we were able to start spending time together; and thereafter, life was fantastic. My spirit lifted, and I was as happy as I could remember being - truly happy, in many ways, for the first time since Dad became sick.

And now, suddenly, it is over. Not by my choosing, and not because of our relationship as it stands now, but the inevitability of insurmountable challenges down the road. I'll get over it, of course; time heals all wounds and, Lord knows, I've been through worse the past several years.

But for the first time in a long time, I'm sad to be single. Read More 
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