Well, I guess I’m here: in the liminal space between love and falling out of it.
The pain, though not all the way gone, is on its way out, tempered by the dull ache of finality. There is a sense of calm, a gentle unraveling of knots within the mangled yarn ball of my brain. I look different now, too - my midsection is expanding, softer than it’s ever b…
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