ONE LAST TEXT
"I'm not saying that to pressure you into anything. I know things are complicated, I know there's a whole question hanging over both of us that neither of us can answer yet. I just needed to say it out loud, finally, instead of choking on it every time I almost do."
I sat there with his jacket wrapped around my shoulders, the smell of him surrounding me, my heart doing something complicated and painful and hopeful all at once, and I thought about six months of nights spent crying into a pillow so my mother wouldn't hear, six months of a rule I'd made and broken a hundred times in my own head even when I never broke it out loud, six months of loving someone I wasn't allowed to love anymore.
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