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No truly compulsive people-pleasing perfectionist ever found herself in the kind of trouble that came with finger wagging and deeply disappointed frowning. People like me, we'd sooner condense ourselves down into smaller and smaller particles and disappear altogether than land in a situation where we were straight up told to our fragile little faces we weren't good or right or enough.
"Rift valleys. They're a product of extensional tectonics. The plates pull apart over time, creating a linear lowland between highlands or mountain ranges."
There was no getting her out of my system, not when the only thing I required in this life was to know what Sara looked like when she woke up and what she felt like curled around me in the middle of the night, and what she liked to do when she wasn't busy screeching and whether I could keep her with me for the rest of my time on this earth.
I did not want to walk back into her room, the one with pillows all over the floor, the bed a wreck, the scents of me and her and us in the air, and the drowsy naked girl who owned me inside and out, but refused to see it. I didn't want to do it.
I don't need the words. I already know what I need to know. I just need you to choose me."
