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Looking at my empty inbox, my mind couldn’t help but race back to last Valentine's Day. It still seemed like it was just yesterday when Noah and I held each other’s hand, dreamed of spending a lifetime together and promised to take on the world. The last Valentine's was different. I was neither blue nor hopeless. I didn’t hate Noah. He also loved me. Our hearts used to beat at the same rhythm. While his lips adorned my face with kisses, my joys were a consequence of his words. It surely was the happiest time of my life. Life didn’t seem as heavy. The daily challenges weren’t as threatening. It wasn’t hard to wake up the next day, because I knew he would be there to hold me if I were to fall. Now, there was a huge cavity in my chest. It continued to grow bigger with every passing day,