Honey, when she walks out on you and doesn't look back, she ain't NEVER coming back. Put on your big boy pants and deal with that fact and move on.
Two hundred and seventeen days wasted.
Actually, that's what I've done 22 years ago :) I was an idealistic teenager then :) The next day I met my wife.
That's my boy!
Author's Response: umph...yes...I had to. Still, the finality of all of it just overwhelms you, doesn't it? Saying goodbye to a beloved one is just too painful.