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“Happy? Fuck, I’m just trying to survive.”
They want apologies to wipe away the pain. But pain takes time to heal. You can forgive and hurt as you recover from the wound.
Riding in the car, we’d sing along to each other’s playlists. Then when we were there, we’d watch each other in a sea of other people, high on that fizzy delight of observing your person out in the wild, realizing how much you liked them and wanted them, how special they were to you, how much you knew about them that no one else did.
“Somewhere along the way, you forgot the day you became Freya’s, you became ours, too.”
“I think I like tattoos.” “You’re a woman,” Willa says sagely. “Of course you like tattoos. It’s in our DNA.”
