”I look over at her more tenderly than I should, feel an old kind of missing her in my chest that I wish would just die but it can’t seem to take its last breath. Every time it takes one it takes another and another, and it’s never a last breath. Loving her like this is a kind of breathing that feels like dying.”
GOSH OKAY FINE I’LL SUFFER AND CONTINUE READING 😡😡
— May 14, 2025 07:52PM
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