It's quiet & wounds are still fresh. The same way dew collects on cold early mornings, silent & pure.
There's no animosity, just part resentment on both parties for having to pick up pieces of my partially shattered ego but mostly broken heart.
But here I am. Even under different expected circumstances, I am still getting exactly what I always hoped for...
A chance for growth and the opportunity to test my strength & ability to love...
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