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...or maybe I just needed that, you know? Maybe I needed to get in touch with this horrible affection and get some sort of cathartic closure. I needed to cry my disbelief out in order to relief the pressure inside. Better out than in. And maybe this is over now.

This theory makes sense, which gets it instantly doomed too. But to feel as I feel today makes perfect sense on a reality where I literally just got out of the deep and cold waters of love where I almost drowned to death. It would be crazy to go for a swim 5 minutes later. I have to wait now.

Waiting isn't something I have to do, though. Waiting is not doing anything, anything at all. To lie on the floor in absolute silence, to refuse words and feelings. Waiting is refusal. And I'll wait.