Some people can just move on, you know. They mourn and cry and then they're done with it or at least appear to be. But to me, I don't know. I didn't want to fix it; I didn't want to forget it. It wasn't something that was broken; it was just something that happened. I would go back if I could. But I'm finding ways, every day, of working around it. I'm respecting and remembering it, but I'm getting along with my life at the same time.
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