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day3

And I hold back the tears till half past 3 when I’m driving home

and the realisation punches me hard - He’s left me.

The hurt is unbearable 

I pine for 5 days ago when I could touch him, hold him and wrap myself

around him, I could love him naively, trusting that I would never be living my days

counting breathes that arent weighted down with tears.

I can’t see through the tears and have to pull over.

It’s 4.15 - two more hours till he doesn’t come home.