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Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

I was a wreck, and I hated it.

You left for a reason, remember? Your idiot husband?

Distance makes the heart grow fonder.

I was filled with warmth and endearment for the man, a longing for his arms. I could feel my hand reaching for the phone, and the other slapping it away. What use would that be? I’d sent him a letter. No response. That’s not like him. He’s immediate action, Mr. Get-it-done-NOW. It’d been 6 days. Time enough.

I had become dependent upon him. I thought I could up and leave. Yelled, “I don’t need this! I don’t need YOU !”

I have not yet left my ingenuous years, apparently.

It is difficult to detach your energy from that of another, especially when they’ve been one and the same for so long.

I came out here to find myself. Lost in a sea of people, I must be out here somwhere, right? I need to complete myself with myself. We’ll both be better for it.

It’s just the in-between time that’s killing me.

And the memory of him. That doesn’t help either.

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