Part of me wants to throw my phone into the lake. Another part wants to run to him, stupid and desperate, just to feel something other than this hollow ache.
He texted again tonight. Three words: “Can we talk?”
But maybe the real choice isn’t him or not him. Maybe it’s about learning to sit with the silence. To let it teach me something.
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Part of me wants to throw my phone into the lake. Another part wants to run to him, stupid and desperate, just to feel something other than this hollow ache. emily's diary part 22
He texted again tonight. Three words: “Can we talk?” Part of me wants to throw my phone into the lake
But maybe the real choice isn’t him or not him. Maybe it’s about learning to sit with the silence. To let it teach me something. stupid and desperate