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Love. The purest concept known to man. A concept not easily understood. A concept that deeply wounds a person who loves unconditionally. He left. Disappeared and did not tell a soul. Did not leave something as simple as a note to ease my broken heart. I have never felt that kind of embarrassment. Time began to fold in on itself and the memories of him haunt me. I despise him for leaving me. I love him. I hate him. I hate myself for it.