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I believe that there’s more than one soulmate out there for everyone. But, of course, they are often difficult to find. I’ve been fortunate enough to have already met one of mine, but… alas, ‘twasn’t a perfect match. Never is, and there’s no such thing, really. She wanted things I could or would not give her. I tried to save it, but in the end, I failed. I failed myself, and I failed her in foolishly surrendering to anger and bitterness. Have you ever said something so horrible that you feel you have indelibly stained not only your very soul, but that of the person toward which the words were directed? I haven’t much soul left after that, and I’m not sure that I deserve to put what’s left of it next to another again…