whatever's left
Starting a new chapter. I’m moving very soon. I feel as though I’m opening my fridge and making dinner with whatever’s left.
There’s nothing more simultaneously heartbreaking and heart-mending than thinking you knew somebody you never really knew at all, loving somebody for who they are on the inside which you find to be the opposite of who they are on the inside. Now I am able to rewrite the narrative in my head, which is quite sad, but at least I won’t miss you. I dodged a bullet, then fell on a knife, but I got stitches and the wound is healing–I’m quite resilient.
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