sour

at least i have my art journal….
feeling that desperate pull of loneliness as i miss being able to reach out to dusty.
he’s still there, of course, pretending nothing happened
but it did happen
he did break my heart again
i have to remind myself…
it’s not safe to pretend nothing happened.

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