Remember how your heart used to soar at the sound of her voice, and really consider throwing away all pride and rationale just to have that feeling back again. stare at your phone and will it to ring. “People do stupid things for love,” you say. Then remember that you can’t call, and proceed to give yourself a sermon about how this is for the best; some half-assed excuse about self-fulfillment (deep down inside, you think it’s your fault anyway). You don’t call. You can’t call. It’s what the sane version of you wants even though the romantic in you thinks otherwise. Stifle a cry and bury your face in your palms. There you go, now you’re getting there. Feel the pang in your throat, the sting in your eyes, the wetness and messiness and the glory of tears. Feel the misery through and through. It’s okay, you need to do this. You need to cry.

Notes

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