I still feel it. I can feel the passion, the burn, and the ache. I still FEEL things. And after all this time. Amazing. I thought of myself as resilient and passionate. Because I would see this through. No matter what, right? No matter what. But maybe this is along the lines of stubbornness and stupidity now. Well, you either win or you learn. Either way I’ve got a hell of a story to tell. It’s all here in these words. Maybe I’ll even find the heart to tell them your name. Your beautiful name… 💔
Somehow this sounds like a love letter.
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