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“But no matter how mad I’ve been, I never for one second stopped wanting you here with me.”

“I wanted to write about leaving. About leaving him. About leaving pain behind. I wanted to characterise it as an act of bravery; as an act of freedom. The writer in me wanted to turn it into something beautiful. But the truth is it wasn’t beautiful. It was just leaving, it was just leaving. It was just walking away with a throat full of pebbles and trying not to choke.”

““Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence…””

“And all she loved, she loved with a little sadness in her heart.”

You messaged me out of the blue. I wasn’t looking for anyone, In fact I was too busy running from someone else, But I slowed down enough to reply “Hey.” You slowly became my good morning text, My drunken phone call, My tearful FaceTime when work had wrung me out like a dirty tea towel, And you were there, Always.