It was hard to admit. . . Hard to talk about. . .

She felt like he liked her on some level. . . but he didn’t even know her.

And the tears started streaming down her face. . . Or glistening in her eyes.

, , ,

She felt so sad.

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Ouch!!

. . .

It was GOOD, she thought. . . A good sense of emotion to process before the fact.

. . .

It still hurt. . .

(And an essay on the subject felt like a bridge too far). . .

A handful of ‘shit’.