Well, Fair YoungMaid, I could tell you the number of times I heard that same line. I used to think it was written somewhere on the top of my head, where I couldn't see it, but anyone who kissed me goodnight a few times couldn't miss it.

"I'll always cherish your friendship, (I just don't feel the same way you do)"

Yes, I love you, but I'm not "in love" with you.

The litany could continue, but then I'd be joining you in the singing, dancing, drum beating "artistry".

Being well beyond Fair Young Maidhood myself, I can tell you that life will go on, and there will be another one around the corner or in the sea or, if you're like me, at some music club. (Your mother has already told you all these things, I'm sure)

Then some day, you'll see "him" somewhere, and wonder what it was all about, anyway. Well, maybe not. There's a few of mine out there I STILL beat the drum for once in a while.

Good luck in your recovery. I understand, even if I can't help. If you find a "cure", pass it on.

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