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I thought I was through crying over this. Over you. But at least these aren't those painful tears. Not the you-fucking-bitch-how-could-you-do-that-to-me tears. They are a little bit softer. A little bit more welcome. And you're right when you say we connected. And it was the happiest I've been in so long. I forgot what it felt like. And if only for that moment, nothing else mattered. It says something, doesn't it, that even though we can't speak, in an instant we can fall right back in to that groove? Thank you for showing me it will be ok. Even if it's not.
And they never knew what fucking hit them.
And they never knew what fucking hit them.