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One night, more than a few weeks ago after wine with my ex-beloved, I sent a drunken text to a poet/professor/muse of mine.  Knowing he was also in the process of moving on from the middle of some matters of the heart,

I asked:  “How in the world do you ever fall out of love?!”

He replied: “I think you can’t really.  I think you somehow have to honor your feelings (not resent or deny them) and simultaneously look for a time when you want to move on.”

I know that he is exactly right.  And now is the time that I want to move on.  But I need another worthy distraction.