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I do wish it was you.

I do.

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There is a lot of me that wants to say, “Come over. Come close. Be with me.”

There’s a lot of me that wants to say, “I’d hold you now and any day.”

I want you here. I want you now.

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The guilty comfort in seeing another ‘active’

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Vulnerability.

That’s honesty.

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There I was. Faced with my own reflection staring back at me. For the first time I truly understood what it meant to see one thing but feel another.

There I was. That reflection. The same reflection as any other day. But I didn’t feel the same. I didn’t recognize the face staring back at me. That person looked together. That person looked at peace.

I was anything but peace. I was broken. I was torn. I was ______.