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When it was over, with hardly a word, we got into my car and drove out of town.
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To keep all the anxiety at bay, I had embraced a brutal workout regimen: running a mile loop, swimming across the lake and playing tennis in the late afternoon. The poet left a week before I did.
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I love some people and with others, it feels like my heart is out of order and I just want to shut them out from me. My favorite friend is someone that I don't get to see. I didn't know what love truly was, so I accepted “physical touch” and the verbal “I love you” as love. For me, this still wasn't enough. Just as much. Love cannot be felt with a closed heart. When you choose the intent to learn about loving yourself, the heart automatically opens. When you want.
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I was heartbroken, but I felt less alone than I had in a long. In November I met a man I liked.
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The letter was postmarked New Mexico. I wrote him off. Not even for a Black sex cantry date. The poet came back on a cold night.
He played me a video of his father, who was mentally ill, that he had recorded that day. I watched and felt terrible for.
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After he drove away it began to snow, and I was glad the first snow of the year had held off until he was gone. A week later the man in New Mexico came back East.
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My heart was open, because I had finally let it break.