To be vulnerably honest

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Aubade

This is what I give you — an aubade, a dawn serenade, an expression of my affection before we part ways, just before the sun rises.

Leaves

“You never really love someone until you learn to forgive.”

(Jan 4 edit)

A sleepyhead’s rambling

Relapse

It triggers me how you speak of a relationship you only heard from stories.

Please, for the last time—

Protected: Post-mortem (Part 3): What I never said

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Alea iacta est

— just a little frightened of the tides;

Quit you

I am letting you go — without explanation, without reason.