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“You remember that seven minutes you saved me? I just wanted to spend them with you, Stella.”
“If I’m not what you need, then go find it. I bared myself to you, and you didn’t have the decency to fall in love with me. I probably will hate you. I fell for you, scared, but I did it anyway.”
That’s the thing about intimacy and truly knowing the person you’re with. They always know when something’s off, no matter how casually you try to sweep your unease away. They know. It’s their job, because in the song of your life, they are the ones listening. It’s when they stop that you need to worry. He’d listened to mine. He knew when a beat was missing, or a note was forgotten. He’d memorized my song, and I was his favorite.
Life was marching on. It was as if he never existed. No one talked about him. But I felt him. Embedded. Our seven minutes on a loop, our song cut short.
“Don’t throw those fucking signals at me, Stella, or you’re going to find yourself on the right side of my bed.” “Why the right?” “Because I sleep on the left,” he said as he leaned in. “And you’ll sleep on the right. Every man needs a right girl.”
“Are you crazy?” “Worse.” “What is worse?” “In love.”
And the more I looked in the rearview, the closer I got to the truth. It was okay to love them both, to give my heart a chance to explore, but I had already let go. I was reminiscing about the life I lived, and maybe that was my imperfection. Maybe that’s where I still let my emotions run away and rule at times. It made me imperfect and emotional, but I was good with that and pretty fucking done apologizing for it.
