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The First Fight

And then you take the ring off your finger and hand it to the person you've been in love with for the last six years. He won't take it, so you set it by his side. And then you watch it not move for three days as you silently battle with yourself/with him/with the monotony of a would-be marriage between two individuals who above all value solitude.

And you live in separate spheres and wonder WTH comes next.

And you want him to miss and understand you.

And as he shoos you out of the bedroom that you formerly shared, you question the wisdom of your actions.

12:10 am - 11.05.14
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