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December 7, 2020
I spent lot of time yesterday wondering if I ever really loved Jeff. If he was indeed one of the great loves of my life. And now, I’m thinking not. I’m thinking, I don’t know. Because just now, I see him, I feel him, and love comes in.
Maybe it’s the passing of time that’s so lessened the obsession. Regardless, it’s so much easier to think of him now. But I still think of him. I email him less. I’m sure he’s relieved. We both are.
Does it take three years to get over a 14-month affair?
That seems an awful long time to hold on to vapor.