When you said you’re sorry you had to block me so completely, I said it’s okay. Because you have no idea I have to check my spam folder every day just to see if you reached out. And more often than not, you do. Spam is maps spelled backwards. And maybe someday, one of these days, you’d spam me the way. Back to you.
But instead I sit quietly. Smiling softly through quivering lips thinking. Isn’t it such a tragic thing when you can see it so clearly but the other person doesn’t.
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I still don’t have the words to articulate how I feel but I am amazed at how we still obviously love each other. In spite of and despite of it all. WTF.
And my mind plays hopscotch 