I woke up from a dream where I was somewhere with The [New] Boyfriend and I saw The Ex. The details are hazy but I ended up kissing The Ex in the dream with the full knowledge that I was choosing him over this new man I now call My Boyfriend.
It shouldn't feel like some sort of betrayal to call him that. The Sculptor is My Boyfriend now. It's been days shy of nearly a year since that day The Ex became my ex and maybe it's just something I have to get used to, maybe it's my inability to move on, my need to dwell, but it's a fact: I chose The Sculptor and it's not a mistake, it happened fast with him but it didn't happen fast with me, it's been a year in the making.
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