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Harry.
Dude.
Seriously.
(Wait, there's more than single-word statements coming!)
I know it doesn't necessarily help you, but I certainly have been where you are, and so has most everyone else around here. You're going to be fine. You're going to get through this. Will it scar you for life? Well, YEAH. That's part of the process there, bucko. You'll never be the same. That's OK. It's called life. It hurts like a motherfuck sometimes, and just when you think you've figured it out, it treats your carefully laid plans like an Etch-A-Sketch and you've got to start again from square one. It's a bitch. Just don't kid yourself into thinking that somehow you've been hurt worse than anyone else; you've been hurt almost EXACTLY how the rest of us have been. We're still here to tell you that the sooner you grieve, deal and move on, the better off you'll be. You obviously have a good many positive attributes or else you wouldn't have been able to attract this woman who meant so much to you in the first place. Try to remember what those are, and focus a sizable chunk of your energies on them; in all probability, what was attractive to the last woman will be similarly attractive to the next. You have been/are/will be worthy of love. Your life is not over; it's only just begun. Go find it and live the shit out of it.
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