I Was Yours. Were You Ever Mine?

We cannot move on if we ignore this one essential truth

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I once perfected dissociation and avoidance. They began as a buffer against a world too sharp for my soft heart. I could always tell myself another story. A story that sounded better. A story I could live with.

When I noticed that the person I loved was falling out of love with me — if…