And I think the thing that terrifies me most is that
one day, you'll be the story I'll tell my daughter,
when she's curled up in bed, wrapped in blankets and heartbreak, when she hasn't eaten anything in
days but the voicemails he left her, when she hasn't
been able to sleep because the goodbye that broke
her shatters her bones all over again every time she
closes her fúcking eyes. And I'll climb into bed with
her and she'll lay her head on my lap and I'll try to
brush him out of her hair and her tears will soak
through my shirt and I'll tell her about the boy I
met when I was sixteen, who sat next to me in
math class, who I fell in love with after two weeks,
who saved me, who fúcking destroyed me. And then I'll tell her about how it hurt. It hurt so badly it almost killed me. It hurt so badly my mother stopped going to work so she could stay home and make sure I didn't take too many pills. And then I'll tell her how it got better. How it stopped
hurting. How I stopped bleeding. My mother went back to work. I got out of bed. But I won't tell her that sometimes I still have dreams about you and can hardly breathe the next day or about the pictures of you I have hidden in the attic.
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