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normal is what you make of the cards fate hands you.
Oversharing was one of my love languages. It wasn’t the best love language to have, but it was the way I was wired. I overshared, and in turn, consumed and filed all and any information that fell into my hands.
“Those are the best things to fall in love with,” I heard myself say. “The ones we find accidentally.”
Based on how my lower belly had perked up at the sight, I seemed to be into glasses-wearing men holding tiny farm animals.
“There’s a ring on your finger. I don’t care about the specifics, for all practical purposes, it means we’re a team. We handle shit together. I don’t care if you can do it on your own. You shouldn’t have to.”
“You’re breaking my heart,” Matthew murmured, his nose almost brushing my temple. My body stilled, my mind quieting. “Why?” I whispered. “Because I’m trying to flirt and you’re not paying attention to me.”
Relationships end, and whether you’re the one leaving or the one being left behind, the one thing that you can’t run away from are the memories. They’re part of you; they deserve better than to disappear.
