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I read the signs wrong. Again. I really hate dating.

The anniversary of having my heart crumpled like the front-end of a car in a head-on collision with an eighteen wheeler is coming up. One year ago next Thursday, Mary Jane told me over the phone that she couldn't marry me because she loved someone else. I gotta say that I'm pretty happy at this point in my life, an emotional state I could not imagine myself being in around this time last year as I dealt with that particularly devastating revelation. Still, I can't help feeling someone stole my dreams and ran off with them to a land so far that I will never recover them. Hence, the feeling of melancholy with which I awoke this morning.