I have persuaded myself that the day will never again dawn when I shall behold your radiant smile and face.

I have persuaded myself that I shall never again know the sensation of your lips pressing against mine in a passionate kiss.

I have persuaded myself that your magnificent hands shall never again touch me, nor shall that touch cause my mind to soar to unimaginable summits and my body to tremble in ways previously foreign to me.

I have persuaded myself that I am just another woman, one no more unique or wonderful than any other you have known.

I have persuaded myself that I shall never see the moment when your masculine hand slips a golden ring upon my feminine finger, making me your bride, signifying that we are one.

In all of these things, my mind has exerted the power of mental persuasion, but I have found one thing is far more controlling than that particular mental capacity.  It is my heart.  No matter how I strive and struggle, my mind is unable to persuade my heart that I am no longer in love with you.