'And I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of Chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door.'
Or call.
Or text.
Or something.
A simple sign to show you that you're in his thoughts.
Of course, that never happens.
Cry yourself to sleep for several nights, and after that, take a deep breath.
And start breathing normally again.
Face the tears, face the pain.
And take the next small step.
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