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August 22, 2008
I have almost managed to stop hoping, now. The part of me where hope still lives will give you a year and a day - an appropriate length of time to mourn a loss or to wait for a change of heart.

That tiny flame of hope is fed by the memory that you abandoned me once before, and returned. I know: circumstances were different, you were different. But I think some of the reasons for our parting were the same. Even if I had not acted so foolishly, I think you would have found a justification for rejecting me.