I love sitting on my veranda sipping my home-made sangria, trying not to wallow in self-pity ‘yet another Valentine’s Day on my own’. I could fill this entire glass with the sadness and regret I feel, all those wasted years why did I let them go? As I sip its delicious content, I start to remember all the good times we had. As I get half way, I start to remember the bad times that came. Finally as I reached the bottom I was filled with strength at the knowledge that I am not alone, I am free.
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