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My beloved Amy is engaged to be married.  She was 19 when I met her.  Nobody partied harder, lied better, or loved stronger than her.  I was addicted to her from the start.  I had to let her go because I belonged to another.  We were from two different worlds.  I always assumed she was too wild and free to ever be tied down.  I avoided her for over a year but I always kept up with her to make sure that she was okay.  In the past, whenever she was in trouble, I was always there to save her.  I miss those days.  I miss being her hero.  In the back of my mind, I always thought of her.  I always felt like somehow, we'd be together again.  Those days are done.  She has her fiance and I have mine.

She's found a new hero.  Now, I can finally let go.