With a groan, I rolled over to look at my clock. Four a.m. I rolled over again to reach for my phone from under my pillow. I might as well text you about the crazy dream I just had, because that has always been our routine. But as I held my phone in one hand and rubbed my eyes with the other, I realized that I couldn’t even start typing the text. We hadn’t spoken in weeks. I had finally broken your heart to the point where you couldn’t even speak to me. And suddenly, my queen bed began to feel too big. It started to hurt me deep inside that I had hurt another person. And that person was you. The twisted part was that I had hurt you on purpose. I had taken the step away from “us” and ran. Ran as far as I could. You didn’t know why. You just held your head in your hands and cried. And now I’m doing the same thing.

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