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My best friends taught me a new kind of quiet, the peaceful stillness of knowing one another so well you don’t need to fill the space. And a new kind of loud: noise as a celebration, as the overflow of joy at being alive, here, now.
I knew the only thing more painful than being without him would be being together knowing I no longer truly had him.
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He’s a golden boy. I’m a girl whose life has been drawn in shades of gray. I try not to love him. I really try.
Pain
