My bones have been tense to the marrow since the beginning of August. Something deep in my psyche believes that it must be true that ‘one year in’ means it’s all downhill from here. That it’s simply about time he decides I’m not for him; that the intensity of my love is stifling, that it will never outweigh the agonizing heaves of shaky breaths into his…
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