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Heartache sucks; there is no sugarcoating it.

When I think of being in love and some the memories that I hold, my initial gut reaction would be, Absolutely! Erase that awful memory of the individual that wounded me.

I confided in my friend explaining my fear of putting myself out there. Of how terrifying it was to step out of a shell that I had habitually sealed myself inside of the majority of my existence.

I had no more tears left to give. No more time to spend being sad. Not that he would want me to spend time being sad.

The words are screaming in my ears.

Over a year since I had formed words to speak to him in person. Over a year since he had told me he loved me. 

Maybe we tell ourselves that they are refusing to accept something great. And that’s just it.