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You sit here, that oh so familiar ache in your chest, familiar tears sliding down your face, your hands shaking as you clutch that same phone, fingers hovering over the words you wish you had enough courage to press in the words you so desperately want to say,
What’s the right thing to do here? You wonder
Will talking to them really make a difference? Or should you just save yourself the additional heartbreak hope always harbors, and cut your losses?
You sit there, your hands shaking, as you wonder what can change your future
”— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via sunflowerletters)