That first kiss after Thanksgiving was the most healing and amazing! I remember feeling like I was finally being repaired. So much has happened between us now. My efforts to try to even get a Hi or some sort of conclusion or chance to apologize, thwarted. It took so long to untangle us for us to move on. But my heart is still an open wound. I still pick at it. Every day. My life is moving at light speed now. I keep hoping it’s all the right decisions. But I’m going into it with this wound of us still bleeding. There’s been sightings of you. It takes all of my willpower not to seek you out to talk. To catch up, to hash out the end, to find out if I really meant anything at all. I almost died for you while you pretended to try to die for me. Loving you has left me physically, emotionally, and mentally broken. I moved the world for you and you disappeared behind it and never looked back. But still my wound misses you.
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