I dreamt of Sparky last night. I can't remember the details. I can't even remember how to spell as I write this. It was multiple dreams. Every time that I awoke, my body's response was obvious, and there was one name on my lips.
It's been over for two weeks, and the pain has faded from that of a broken bone to one of a faded injury, dull but constant. A memory of an earlier pain.
Everything that I thought that I knew about love was a lie. You can truly love someone and break their heart. You can break your own heart, and that's what I've done.
I want the pain to go away. If that means forgetting the joy, however, I'll gladly keep the pain. To do otherwise would kill the hope that I have that someday things will work out.
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