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day2

First tears of the day at 05.55. I’m doing better, I’d been awake for 15 mins.

I was looking at the wall, at the pink fairy lights he had brought for me, and realised

I’d have to pack those too.

The room’s a shell, full of traces of him, of us, of smiles and love.

My love.

He cared.

He loved me like he loves his parents

Not like a girlfriend.

and I’m not precious enough to want to hold onto

But he’s very grateful.

I watch him leave faster than he had moved in

Still, none of that crushes that fucking seed of hope

that has taken root in the hole that he has left.

It’s 06.15. More tears.