The worst part of loneliness is thinking that anyone could repair the average you got inside. Just our imagination. When you love someone like I love her, you feel a black hole instead of your heart, vacuuming all the feelings you could have (including the bad ones, and this is a good point). Any graphic analyser would easily diagnose my status while being closer to her or even talking to her: it's an ascending line of happiness in the graphic of love. The opposite is very predictable...
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