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It has been a week.
It is getting easier.
I am breathing a little better.

You can separate us.
Here.
Physically.

You can hold me
accountable
for your actions,
because you
don't want to feel
bad for your
wrong doings.

You can never separate us.
Spiritually.

You are one of my twenty in eight billion.
And that means I am one of yours.

Here.
Now.
I don't want to lose you.

I'm not going to
spend time securing you
when you are unwilling to bend.
Unwilling to accept me.
I have other people to find.

We have forever, after all.

I can't wait for forever to start.
With you.