The fluttering in the stomach goes away and the dull waking pain. Sometimes I think of you & I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded... drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone had said this was the price, I would have to agreed to pay it. That surprises me... that with the hurt & the mess, comes a shaft of recognition. It was worth it... love is worth it.
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