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"I'm a sociopath."
Usually, that’s where people start backing away.
Easier that way.
People are messy.
Feelings are messier.
But Root…
She treated the words like an invitation,
Like I’d just handed her an error she couldn’t wait to debug.
She smiles as if she’s listening to something no one else can hear.
And she doesn’t treat me like I’m broken.
She treats me like I’m… normal.
Beautiful shape.
I don’t understand why she looks at me like she sees a universe of possibilities.
But if she wants to believe there’s something more,
Then I won’t argue.
I’ll let myself have this.
Let us have this if we ever get the chance.
Maybe one day I’ll tell her everything.
For every piece she’s put back together without asking for anything in return.
I’ll never be good at speeches.
I’ll never have the right words ready.
But if she were here now…
I think I could manage one sentence.
Just one.
Thank you for loving me.
That thought crosses my mind as I lay flowers on her grave.