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I ordered a cocktail, and he wasn't sitting in the chair across from me. I swirled the black straw in my martini glass, half expecting for him too to emerge from the escalator. But he didn't, obviously, and I both expected and accepted it. I was creating my own closure. And while I toasted myself to being single and fabulous, I realized that I will never stop loving him. He won't die inside of me where he began. He'll live in my heart eternally, for he has changed me, and I wouldn't trade that for all the martinis in Manhattan.