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Entry Eighteen: "The Reckoning Begins"
I thought running would make it smaller. I'm lying in bed, phone in hand, his contact open. It's late, past midnight. The kind of hour when truth feels closer, when the defenses I've built during the day start to crumble. I've typed and deleted three different messages. Hey, I've been thinking about you. Delete. How are you? Delete. I miss you. Delete. My thumb hovers over the keyboard. My chest feels tight. Not with anxiety, exactly. With something bigger. Something I've bee
