A while back I thought about whether I'd mind, and I decided that I didn't. Actually, I figured out that I didn't.
This was before the person I loved more than anything spent a week assuring me that she *wasn't* running off to be with someone else, and that she *wouldn't* break up with me, and that I had absolutely nothing to fear and that she loved me, then broke up with me right after that.
I think now I'd mind . . . maybe I'm just insecure, but . . . well . . . *shrug* I'm insecure. That's all there is to it, really. I don't want to risk that happening again . . . sigh. The process of recognizing and isolating damage in the mind continues, clearly.
On another note, if I ever have a reasonable amount of money, I think I'll turn this into a paid LJ account. It's certainly cool enough.
And I think I've got a cold or something.