She lost her love on a cold December night. No her lover didn't die; he told her as they walked by the river front, "Babe, I just can't do this, I don't love you any more"
They parted ways, she kept walking along the river as snow started falling softly. She felt her love go out like a light, a candle's flame extinguished by the wind. In its place was only an icy numbness that she found she was perfectly okay with, in fact her new state matched the weather wonderfully. She smiled ironically and laughed, "Aren't I supposed to be hurting?" she thought to herself. Well, suppose not, now that there was no heart left to be broken. She walked on and on, coming to a vista looking out unto the river and connecting bay. She leaned against the railing, watching as the flakes of snow were getting bigger: so this was what it was like to lose one's love.
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