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Maybe I was happier. Maybe those were the best two months of my life. Maybe I convinced myself that it wasn't what I wanted because I was blinded by the realization of a dream. Maybe this isn't what I expected. Maybe hearing his voice doesn't reassure me anymore. Maybe I'm leaving early because I don't want to know what would happen if I stayed. Maybe I don't know what I want and have never known. Maybe I am blinded by my ideal. Maybe there are too many things I can't take back. Maybe this is tearing me apart every second of every day.
Just maybe.
Just maybe.