I kept telling myself it wasn't a thing: me falling asleep at night, me waking up in the morning, me wearing his favorite sweatshirt I took from the spoils for my own.
Suddenly I can't sleep without it. Suddenly I'm precious about it, suddenly I couldn't not sleep in it.
I want to stop reminding myself how to be a normal human being, stop pinching myself to wake up to the reality of it all: he broke my heart.
My heart will heal.
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