It's a strange feeling... Like, when couples divorce, split everything in a half and are stuck in living on ruins of their marriage. How do they do that? How do they live knowing that everything they build comes from a very painful experience? Don't they come to hate it? The same thing is happening to me. I write to soothe my pain, I post on my facebook page mostly to express what I feel... My page has more and more fans each day and my blog has more readers. I should be happy for it. I am happy for it! But there is a grey shadow on my happiness. I think, when I publish my book and start earning money from it and then be able to live the life of my dreams... How will I be able to be happy with that if it's built on pain for not having the one I love in my life?

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