My conversation with Mr. G was more of the same. I vented and expressed my frustration yet again, and he attempted to soothe me by telling me he cared, yet again. But something in this familiar routine had slightly changed. My heart didn’t flutter as usual. And my thoughts? My thoughts were actually logical. I didn’t fantasize about our reunion and future, fairytale wedding. For the first time in a long time, I was focused on the present.
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