Whooooooooweeeeeeeeeeeeeee ...

I am quite overwhelmed by the response ... I can feel the tears forming (again). THANK YOU SO MUCH. You have all helped me a great deal with your advice. I am just appalled that I had to inflict my maudlin, mawkish, mushy state on you and to bleed my gooey emotions in a public forum.

In defence of my bouzouki playing ("ah, that explains everything" I hear a few of you sigh) bastard, he was my best friend, I do love him and he is truly a wonderful guy. Dribble dribble. He is just unable to recognise/empathise with/express emotions. Sounds strange and undesirable but really, if you knew this fellow, you would be fond of him. People are very fond of him - he is an amiable and friendly chap. We are both young - 23 years old - and I suppose we did not think ahead when first we beheld each other. I did not foresee (and perhaps he did not) that we would become so attached to each other).

In defence of myself defending my bastard (as I know some of you will jump up and down screaming "Noooooo! He's a BAAAAAAASSSTAAAAAAAAAARD!") I am a person who sees the good in everyone. I can't be bitter. I am as soft as a marshmallow. On the other hand, I am a lively, fiery and intelligent person and fiercely proud. I do not intend to cling to him ... I might be a little sad for a while ... but I will be graceful.

Thank you all for your kind words. It is encouraging to learn there is LIFE after this sort of crushing event.

Fair Youngmaid

P.S. Hey, my sense of humour, though slightly crumpled, is still in place! I just thought of a really bad country & western song title: "He Broke My Hymen Then He Broke My Heart" Hee hee hee.