When you know the end is coming but love is still there.

This will be my third anticipated break-up - it doesn’t get easier.

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First love

My first love was a man I met working as programme staff at a summer camp in California. By definition it was to be for just a season. That summer was the first time I took a big risk, first time I travelled so far alone, first time I lived in a dorm, first…