December 2011
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Realization:
Maybe family isn’t always related.
Maybe home isn’t necessarily a place.
I guess this is what I get for looking for the best in people. Forgetting to judge. Gracing them with the benefit of the doubt.
Maybe, in reality, it’s just being naive.
I’ve never been one to push, pry or invade.
I make one attempt, and then it’s in your hands.
When (or if) you’re ready to talk, I’ll be here.
I won’t judge. I never have, and I still won’t.
I promise.
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I needed this.
A break. From all of these thoughts. These nightmares. This confusion.
I haven’t really talked to you in months, but it was like I just hung up the phone with you last night. We sat and talked for hours. About life. About us. About our past. About now. About everything. It was like you never left.
And during all of that, I was able to forget everything. Even if just for a...
