Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
Maybe time didn’t heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob.
You keep waiting for them to cross the line so you can finally make your speech. But they never will. Stop rehearsing.
Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.
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