Originally Posted by
SwiftHeart 
I’m tempted to say the man I fell in love with never existed. That he was a mirage, some ethereal silhouette we both projected into our lives.
Yep. I recall sobbing at the Deposition -- "what happened to my little buddy?" (one of my nicknames for her).
As far as I can tell, now -- she never was.
Just a dream.
Go dream other dreams, and better.
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btw, SwiftHeart -- excellent, excellent writing and descriptions of the condition. so btdt.