Observation...

Why are there things that are painfully obvious to me that no one else sees?

I want to talk about them.

I don't want to tell the world his secrets, but I want fresh perspectives.

Need someone to point out the flaws in my reasoning.

What if I'm wrong?

I don't want to ask, because I don't want to know.

But I want to know.

I'm still trying to make my heart stop hurting.

It was getting better.

Talking to him is going to tear it open again.

Whether he explains or whether he smacks me down, it's going to hurt.

I'm not who I was. And yet I am who I am.

If I don't talk to him I'm never going to get over it.

I'm not sure I'll get over it anyway.

But it's worth a try, right?

Better than some smart-assed comment leaping from my fingers to the screen and making me sorry.

Even sorrier than I'll be for talking about it directly.

If he'll talk to me at all.

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I keep telling myself--

Nothing has changed except what's in my mind.

I keep telling myself --

There will be other loves.

I keep telling myself --

They won't be him.