"One day we'll look back on this and laugh," he says in a tone that I'm sure was meant to feed the crazies.
Are you over it?
Are you over it?
Are you over it?
Please be over it.
That's all I ever hear. I almost forget, but then he's right there reminding me, refreshing my memory on why we haven't heard each other's voices in 2 months. 3 months. Fuck, I don't even keep track anymore.
I miss being trusted. And I miss him being brave. He's such a coward now. No, but the main thing I miss is being important enough for him to be brave with me.
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One day you'll look back on that and realize how much he paled in comparison to your amazing new existence.
Oh wait, you are already amazing and new.
I love you...don't let anybody else take away your happiness.
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