This week, I lost someone in a manner more unsettling than death. They simply slipped from my heart, leaving nothing but debris and a sickening residue of what once gave me joy. 

If there’d been death, I could reconcile their absence – I could direct my pain and grief. However, I didn’t lose a person, I lost the placebo-effect of their “love”; the false sense of safety and empty pleasures. 

I lost the part of myself that believed.

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  1. I can’t “like” this. It makes me too sad even without knowing or understanding the details. The phrase that gets me is “the false sense of safety”. Several things happened about 20 years ago that brought me to my own personal conclusion that while President Reagan famously said “Freedom is only one generation away from extinction.” Everytime I see or read that…”freedom” turns into “safety” for me. I think I may feel “comfortable” perhaps for long periods of time…SAFE is elusive. The funny thing is, deep down…I still believe.

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