In the feels
I read and reread the words you’ve shared with other women whenever I start missing you or thinking about being with you. It hurts every time, but it grounds me in reality and reminds me why I had to let go.
I read and reread the words you’ve shared with other women whenever I start missing you or thinking about being with you. It hurts every time, but it grounds me in reality and reminds me why I had to let go.
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alan20 · M
I think its a matter of balance. Love seems to involve a special kind of pain.