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    A life to live. On his own. He was not sure he was equipped to deal with it.

    He had thought about it before. He couldn't tell what he dreaded more - losing her or being by himself. Separating the two was beyond him. Now she was gone and he still didn't know the answer. His life had always revolved around her. He needed to find a new center.

    He realized that it is possible to be lonely in many different ways. Like ice-cream, loneliness came in flavors - the self inflicted kind, the friendless kind, the fresh from a breakup kind, the death of a loved one kind, the stuck in a rotten marriage kind. Unlike ice cream, it did not melt away. It lingered and chipped away at ones self esteem.

    He knew sooner or later he'd have to pick himself up and get going again. He owed it to her more than himself. He had promised. And he intended to keep it.

    Sooner or later, they would be together again.
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