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-layout:	post
-title:	"Meeting my match"
+title:	"Meeting My Match"
 date:	"2018-01-16T00:00:00Z"
 categories = ["me"]
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@@ -36,7 +35,7 @@ She turned to me and told me, in a slightly less direct way, that I wasn’t goo
 
 She was right but that’s not the point. It broke me, crushed me, damn near killed me in several ways.
 
-Not because of what she said. But because the person I had loved —and a piece of me always will — the face that she showed me, *never actually existed*. That’s a fast track to trust so shattered it might take me a lifetime to rebuild.
+Not because of what she said. But because the person I had loved — and a piece of me always will — the face that she showed me, *never actually existed*. That’s a fast track to trust so shattered it might take me a lifetime to rebuild.
 
 All of that is in the past. I speak about it purely for the effect that it had on me, not just to be dark and gloomy. For the lessons that it taught me, and there were many. I’m especially glad to be learning these lessons, and many others, this soon in life.