Wednesday...(one week later)
Two days. Forty-eight long hours. No sign of resolution. Not even a glimmer. I want to be mad. I do. I can deal with those emotions so much easier than those of hurt. I wake up in a panic. With it hard to breathe because I don't want the last time we talked or touched to be the last time. I called my mom so early this morning to talk to her. I know people are getting exhausted about how much I talk about you. I can't to you so I talk about you.
I know that God said patience will prevail. I beg in the stillness of each day, of each night that you think of me. That you think of our good times. Our laughs and our memories. I beg you hold onto those and not let them become memories. I am willing to endure so much more with you. I am willing to walk along you as we both heal from the scars of our past.
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