"So, can you come and get your stuff, or do you want me to ship it to you . . . somewhere?" The broken lyrics in my mind played on repeat. I couldn't even fumble my way through a logical sequence of words or phrases-many of which had saved me in the past. I went with the old stand-by: "I love you." The moment the last syllable was uttered, the scorn on her face vanished and melted into pity. I had lost love once more, and I didn't know if I would...