It’s more than you and me. It’s the layers of who we were supposed to be and the disappointments that came from knowing all to well something was not as it should be. It’s the acceptance of hard facts and inconvenient truths. It’s the anxiety of how that awareness stopped me in my tracks and the despair of knowing the world continued to move without “us”. I had to move but stood paralyzed by the unknown. Who am I without you?
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