This way I can throw up and not care.
I can text him, tell him I want my things back, that I want to give him his things, that I don't want to do that awkward "It's in the mailbox" thing. We love each other and now we leave things on front steps? Anyway. I can do that without my heart racing or feeling rejected when he doesn't want to see me.
I can sleep without my mind wandering.
With my cat and my dog. I'm a big happy fucking family.
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