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I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world. How many centuries deep is your wound? I don't have room on my back anymore for wounds. If you're going to stab me, you're going to have to do it while looking in my eyes. I will feel it deeply and express it as violently as I please. We have to stop glorifying the person that we were with. For some reason all you can think about is how amazing they were and all the good things and you're like, "Oh, remember that time that we went ice skating and this and that." You have created this exaggerated story and narrative in your head about how incredible it was. While not even thinking about the fact that you guys fought the whole way there and the whole way back. Therapists and psychologists say that when you go through a breakup. You should write a list of why these people weren't good for you. And I agree with that and you read it when you sit there and exaggerate how this person was so good and perfect for you and it was such a loss and you aren't going to find anyone again. Focus on the facts. Whatever you are thinking isn't real, hunny. It wasn't glorified. It was horiffying. But you could break my heart into tiny pieces, and I'd still pick them up and put them back in your hands.
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