Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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you used "you've changed twice - you changed. You've "changed". You left me behind and you "changed"" Typo or emphasising a point?

Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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if you love someone let them go. If they come back they are yours if not they never really were.

Sierra Winchester Sierra Winchester
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I was emphasizing the point, but thank you for giving the feedback. As for the advice, thank you there as well. She isn't coming back, I'm not that naive...I just had to type some of my feelings out somewhere. Once again, thank you.

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