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A Love founded on the necessary destruction, ashes, and tears of the previous lover. The sense of loss, weight of guilt long-delayed. Surely, I deserve to be happy. I deserve to be free. Was it the heart that chose or the loins and the desire to procreate? How does one know if and when she truly loves? How does one determine if she is truly loved by the beloved? A dysfunction and an excuse or a true orientation? My attempts at immed.