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How do you feel when somebody you once loved moves on? Especially somebody that you really loved, and honestly want to move on and be happy?

You feel like a selfish, bad person if you allow yourself to feel any regret, or sadness. But, you do. And you should. Or, at least, if you have a heart that remains wide open like mine, it'll be odd if you didn't feel something. And feel, oh, feel, I do.

And yes, I want them to be happy and to find true love and to marry. I do, I really do. And I am glad for them, and glad for the women that love them and are happy to marry them.

But I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I am sad that I wished that the time I spent with them had created such magic that I would be the one that they could not live without.

But, I have been told that I have all but pushed each guy away with a mack truck.

I cannot lie and say that I long for the day that the right one comes along and catches me from running and holds me tight and says, "You are the one for me, I want to marry you, we will be married, and we will be together forever and ever." And I will know it to be true, I will not be afraid, and at long last I will be able to let my guard down and trust that I won't be hurt again.

Until then, I will fill my days and nights with trying to be as positive as I can, and as Wesley says:

"Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can. "
John Wesley 1703-1791