I find myself stuck between wishing he’d stop all this silliness and realize what we had was special and good and worth keeping and just come home to me. And wishing I could be angry at him, that I didn’t miss him with such intensity.
I want better. I want trust and a real partnership. I don’t trust myself not to take him back.
But its cold and its quiet and I had forgotten what real loneliness is.
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