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It really is too bad that I had not the technology in days of yore.
Imagine a world where the musings of the being I once was were freely available to all who found my corner of the intervoid.
I would have been found by my soulmate in time to spare me all the awful that called itself my life in the meantime.
It would have been a long, beautiful time before those two or three ill-fated days -- days that are rued only by me, as they led to the happily ever after of two other beings, and who would look unhappily on such a union, after all?
Well, there's me. . . .

I had a lovely first installment all written out on paper. It references this matter, poetically .

What is there, really, left to say, after finding such bliss and experiencing such love, barely scratching the surface yet enough to inundate an everlasting flood, and then it was taken away and nothing has been right since. . . ?

I could be there now.
I'm not allowed.
I'm not allowed anywhere in that life.

Part of the travesty, ironic really, is that I was not forbade by any misadventure of bad behaviour
There were no grand gestures, though I wish there were.
I was simply cut off and told to go away.

With the lie that we'd be friends.

And this will be my life's deep abiding sadness, a melancholia in the pit of my inner being, a pain that won't subside.

We almost had perfection.

It's so unfair.