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-It feels strange to admit that. To acknowledge I need him. For so long, I thought needing him showed how weak I was. -And now? -Now, I see that letting myself need him is the strongest thing I've ever done. The bravest.

-It feels strange to admit that. To acknowledge I need him. For so long, I thought needing him showed how weak I was. -And now? -Now, I see that letting myself need him is the strongest thing I've ever done. The bravest.

We do that, replay the memories we have of someone because it makes us feel closer to them. We try to grasp onto every piece we have of them because we're afraid that they'll disappear.

We do that, replay the memories we have of someone because it makes us feel closer to them. We try to grasp onto every piece we have of them because we're afraid that they'll disappear.

I'd always be broken. But being with Everett, I'd been okay being broken. He'd pushed me so hard, he'd smoothed out the shaper edges.

I'd always be broken. But being with Everett, I'd been okay being broken. He'd pushed me so hard, he'd smoothed out the shaper edges.

It hurt, you know. Loving you. It hurts now. But I'd rather suffer through this pain in my final moments than suffer through being alone, from living a life unfilled. I don't want the eternal sunshine of a spotless mind. I want your laugh, your touch, and the way you kiss me. I want them to fill my mind. It's a lot of sweetness to live on.

It hurt, you know. Loving you. It hurts now. But I'd rather suffer through this pain in my final moments than suffer through being alone, from living a life unfilled. I don't want the eternal sunshine of a spotless mind. I want your laugh, your touch, and the way you kiss me. I want them to fill my mind. It's a lot of sweetness to live on.

Placing my hand in his felt like more now. A gesture that seemed casual was actually heavy with meaning, for me. Each time he held my hand now, I thought about when I would have to let go. When the warmth of his hand in mine was no longer. It filled my stomach with dread.

Placing my hand in his felt like more now. A gesture that seemed casual was actually heavy with meaning, for me. Each time he held my hand now, I thought about when I would have to let go. When the warmth of his hand in mine was no longer. It filled my stomach with dread.