I am being respectful of his choice.
I am being respectful of myself.
I long to do what I will not regret.

But at times I silently explode, energy shooting out like arrows
from my hip, my jaw, the lower curve of my back, my strong
shoulders, and my feet want to run, run, run. They spin in midair
gasping for traction. Wanting to escape from inside yourself is like
being stabbed and having no defense. You have no choice but to sit
and take it. I’m sick of momentary peace, momentary distraction,
momentary forgetting.

I thought it was unbreakable.

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