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It's such a shame...

I heard a song today that gave me a happy memory of an ex - an ex that's still one of my all time favorite people I've ever known. I wanted to write to him and say hello & share my memory and then I thought he'd probably rather I didn't. It's unfortunate that it has to be this way. I mean just because we've moved on why can't we still be a part of each other's lives? I guess it just doesn't work that way and I think it's a shame.

There are so few people we connect with in this life enough to say the words 'I love you' (Well at least I haven't had it happen many times) - so few people who we get to know on such an intimate level (and I don't mean sexually). We can spend years of our lives with that person being on the forefront of our minds and hearts, we get to know each other in ways that few ever do again and then one day they just fade into the background and we pretend they were never there at all. It's sad that this is the way it works. It seems such a waste and I think it's a shame. I mean once you love someone don't you always love them on some level? Is that just me? Am I one of the few that thinks it's wrong that we can love someone and when it's over we try to erase them and then just replace them. In my opinion - there isn't one person I've loved that can be replaced. Each one has been unique and have contributed to my life in very different ways. I wouldn't try to replace them or forget them and I think it's a shame that they would want me to. There are so few people in this life we truly know and love and I wish they didn't have to fade into the background.

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