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Back in her apartment, holding her in my arms, the feel of her warmth, the taste of her lips, I don’t dare risk losing this again. She’s mine. I have to hold onto her, come what may.
Seeing the word “Goodbye” scribbled so haphazardly on that scrap of paper… it had the power to stop my heart. It wasn’t just one action that led to that moment, it was the cumulative effect of tone-deafness. Ignoring everything she told me, every cautionary tale about herself.
She’s given me her “instruction manual.” It's up to me to learn how to use it.