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March 11, 2002
Funny how little things that meant so much to you, seem to mean so little to the people you shared them with. As ex-lovers call new girlfriends the same pet names, and share the same magical music, and write odes and poems and lyrics, to extol the virtues of their new loves. What little you had from then, from the then of being happy, becomes more meaningless. Perhaps you should just let go, but it would be nice to keep something good; particularly when there is little specialness in your world, and you want to keep all you can get.