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It would be too soon if I ran into most women I was romantically linked to in the past. This includes the ones who broke up with me.

I might have been upset about it at the time. But now I look back I’m glad they are long gone. Most of them had no respect for me anyway and there is no replacement for respect. Good riddens.

But there is one in particular that haunted me for a very long time. She broke up with me but I actually wanted her to at the time. I deeply regret how I handled that. It was 10 years ago now and I’ve just haven’t met anyone else like her since then. She was something very special.

I got this idea for a question by watching Netflix. Personally if I'd be married to someone who turns into a zombie, who needs to drink blood to live and demands me to help her, but stays otherwise about the same, I'd expect myself to be willing to donate blood to her. As long as it doesn't danger my health. If the relationship wouldn't be as serious, I'd be more likely to break up.

"Finding My Voice"

I wake up every morning, but the world is still so loud.

I see their eyes are staring; I see their heads in clouds.

They whisper when they see me like I’m less than who I am.

But they don’t know the silence, and they don’t understand

I longed to hear the laughter, but it fades before it starts.

The voices that they mock me with, they tear apart my heart.

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

I wish I could be spoken to; I wish they’d see my face and not the shadow of my sorrow or the emptiness at chase.

They smile, they laugh, they speak their truths, but they forget my soul.

Then I’m just like them inside, just trying to be whole.

I see them turn away from me; I feel the stare of scorn, but all I want is to be seen, to feel I’m not for

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

In the quiet of my world, I hear nothing but the lies of people who don’t understand the love that I can’t disguise.

I’m reaching for connection, but my hands are pushed away; all I wanted was for someone to stay.

Silent tears fall from my eyes as I hide behind the quiet skies.

They don’t see the pain, don’t know the fight to be seen, to be heard, to feel alive.

Ooh, I’m more than my silence; I’m more than listening, but I’m drowning in the echoes of their shame.

So I’ll keep on walking though my heart may break, and maybe one day they’ll see me for my soul's sake.

In my silence, I’ll rise… I’ll find my own way, and maybe then they’ll hear what I couldn’t say.

Oooohhhhh