Moving on

It hasn’t been easy. I had hoped that I made you better and you didn’t want to lose me. Even more, you made my life so big that I was certain I couldn’t live without you. Maybe that’s why I hung in there for so long, even as our friends told me over and over again to just walk away and stay away. I guess I needed to hear it from you.

But you wouldn’t say it. You kept calling me back in that love-you-but-not-really-but-yeah-I-kinda-do way you have that speaks to my inner dysfunction.

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