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The funny thing is...
Even when you stopped allowing the men in your life to break your heart, the thing that surprised you most was that it could still be broken — by Life, by Loss, by Things Outside of Your Control. Sometimes they didn’t just leave you and go somewhere else; sometimes they really left you and everything else in this world. When that happened, there was no ex. There was no second act, no breakup sex, and no opportunity to wait for him to come crawling back just so you could turn him away one last time.

Instead, you were left begging under the weight of the Universe, asking Providence for one more chance, calling Fate at three o’clock in the morning to sob your heart out. You did what a lot of girls do; you tried to move on. You went out nearly every night, hoping to run into Divine Intervention, or even Chance or Fortune—you weren’t picky then. But no matter how alluring, no matter how charming, no matter how hard you tried to conceal your desperation, you brought evening after evening to a close with Grief.

[don't freak out. i haven't gone off the deep end. this is part of a short story i am working on that wanted to get out for while, take a stroll around and see what's happening out there before we get back to work. sometimes, you just have to let them do their own thing.]