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  • I love this picture of him. I can't help it.

    Even with this time between us, I get this weird, kinked smile on my face whenever I see it. Whatever it was, it was real and strong and enough to break my heart.

    Which it did. A few times.

    We spent two and a half years loving each other – plus two or three months after that figuring out how to stop. It was my first glimpse at love and I loved it.

    I loved everything about who he is. Not who he used to be, but who he has always been, who he'll always be.

    There's actually nothing about him I don't love still.

    But it's done.

    I have to be ok with that.
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