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Tom: My husband died four years ago almost to the day I’m writing this. I have been content to be alone since then and miss him, mourn him. Then you show up and you want me to love you, to go on trips, without planning or even a bag packed, to make love in bathrooms and alleyways. You give me all this exuberance, all these colors and music, noise, but I still love him, and I don’t know if there’s room in me for both of you. My life was simple and now with you it’s full, too full, and it scares me. Don’t ask me to let go of him. I can’t.

Submitted by: Heather Anne