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Elizabeth Peters (as Barbara Michaels), from The Dark on the Other Side (via the-final-sentence)

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Found by Edmund H. in Clayton, Missouri

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She messaged you last night.  You were asleep next to me, feverish with the changing seasons. Your warm skin pressed tightly to mine, your arm draped over my stomach with a weight that meant something. I watched as her name popped up on the screen across the room and I winced. My insides churned as those seven letters rose up, interrupting the film we’d been watching before sleep took you. Her name, and a simple “Hello”…but not simple….not really…written in the language of the place where she hurt you. That place that you hold precious for reasons I cannot begin to fathom.   I don’t know why I feel as insecure as I do. I don’t know why I am flooded with hatred for a woman I’ve never met. I don’t know why I still have trouble believing you when you say “You’re mine, I love you.” Maybe it’s because I’ve been lied to too many times. Maybe it’s because I see the love you had for her and it’s intimidating. Maybe it’s just that I love you too. Maybe love is what makes me insecure. Fear of losing it, fear of letting it in.  I wish she wouldn’t speak to you. I wish it was just that simple. But I don’t have that right, and I would never ask that of you. I know this issue is mine, and I have to conquer this fear myself. Because fear is something you carry around with you, not something that comes to get you in the dark.

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