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My heart is breaking. The man that I love more than life itself
has just told me that he does not share my feelings.
He has just walked out the door!
I can feel my heart break.
My name is Ann, I am twenty-two years of age. How can I
begin to think of all the empty years to come, without him?
As soon as I saw him I knew he was the ONE.
The differences between us mattered not one jot. He was
dancing with Nana at someones coming home party; six feet
tall, lean without being scrawny, with piercing blue eyes and
grey hair worn long over his ears in a 1960s style.
I simply could not wait, so I decided that it was an excuse
for me to dance so I did.
His eyes seemed to pour into my soul as I felt weak at the
knees.
My dance, I think, I announced cheekily.
He responded in olde world fashion and I was gliding
round the floor in his arms.
If I danced a little too closely, he did not seem to notice.
I was carried in a cloud of ecstasy.