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One of the questions I ask my clients is What’s left unfinished?
His eyes were the sea. This is how people drown, I thought.
as long as someone held your name on their lips, you were alive.
How do you undo intimacy? How do you go back to being acquaintances, when the other person knows every inch and groove of you, every irrational fear, every trigger?

