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I looked down at the notebook on my lap. I had been reading my vows to him again. And trying to make sense of the scribbled, tear stained notes of how he made me feel. The day before our wedding I thought I needed to capture those moments on paper because he had broken up with me. I had actually written quite a bit. But the notes didn't do him justice. And this was so much worse than just us being broken up. Maybe I could have kept going knowing he was out there, alive and happy. But not like this. I couldn't keep going if he died. I couldn't do it. I stifled my sob. "What if he dies, Mom?" It came out as a whisper. It really did feel like I was in confession. There was no response. My mom just sighed. "What if I lose him?" "Then you have to choose to keep living." Everyone had been te
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