really get over a broken heart when you don’t really know the person who broke it. It’s crazy-making. But what I felt for Leo was real. It exploded inside, a million Christmas lights. It was love… or something like it. In the sex, I opened myself up, and without communication, boundaries became gray, my heart unguarded. And this is where I’d get stuck. Until I could finally honor it, the fucked-up relationship it was.
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