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Second Attempts

From Mashable on how isolation and exes can make a bad combination. On the one hand it is scary thought to date strangers in times like this, yet the feeling of loneliness only intensifies being alone, isolated and socially distant for an indefinite period of time. Stands to reason that exes will miss what was once familiar and comfortable, see if the other side is desperate enough to give it another shot. Being alone in such times can be incredibly hard. Each day the level of uncertainty grows and it is normal to want something to latch on to that will feel stable and unchanging. 

The insufferable quirks of the pesky ex may be a source of comfort now. Better that than meeting the end of the world alone.  A young person I know told me recently how the pandemic cut short her time with the man she felt a very strong connection with. They may meet again but time and distance does change things. She wishes to be strong and not hope for what may never be. I shared these lines by Tennyson with her that feel all cliche until it actually happens to you

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
         I feel it, when I sorrow most;
         'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

I wish my young friend godspeed and that she may be reunited with the one she cares about; told her they are lucky that in the time of internet distance is not insuperable.

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