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In America, the holiday season generally begins on Halloween in October and lasts until New Year's Day on January 1, which is too long when bad things happen.|
Without any warning, my Chinese fiancee of over three years suddenly ended our relationship, although we were supposed to get married later this month.
There are supposedly warnings for anyone who is aware enough to see them, but this was just too sudden and too strange.
I have been so completely monogamous and loving to her--so very sensitive to her and caring! She seemed to adore me and love me deeply--a soulmate kind of love.
It is just another of life's mysteries. American literature and movies replay so many variations of this theme. It is a universal theme, shared in all of its forms in every country and culture. It is this that is a part of what makes us so much alike. We all are mystified by love and loss of love, and we suffer such joys and pain from it.
Now, I sit here on a cold snowy night, wondering what to do...so alone and in such horrible pain. I could not feel worse if I had both legs cut off at my knees!
Both of my parents are dead, and I have no brothers or sisters...no family. But, then, I think of the tragedy in Iran, where many thousands have lost loved ones to a terrible earthquake.
So what are we? Are we like ants in a large nest, susceptible to a random fate, wondering if some person is going to step on us?
The people of Asia have their New Year coming, and I know that there will be those, like me, who will not feel the joys of it.