I shouldn't have said it but I did. The part where I told him I'm back to reading the things I wrote while we were together and now all I think is that life and the reason I can't see you is because I'm still blindsided.
When do I stop missing Chicago, stop missing the life we had, the walks we took, the job I hated, the corner markets we frequented? I don't want to go back to lonely Chicago, I guess it's still ugly pride, it's still the blindsided factor, the leaving not on my own terms.
Let it go. Please, let it go.
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