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Life is rarely kind, so when it is, I feel like I have to soak it up, absorb as much of the experience as I can.
But the thought of trusting someone
like that—getting close and letting them in only for them to crush you—makes my skin feel like it’s breaking out in hives.
“But if we do this, you’ll let me know if it hurts too much?” “Oh, that’s easy to figure out. When my fist makes contact with your cheek, you’ll know it hurt too much.”
We can’t change the past, but talking about it makes it more bearable.

