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eliquious · 3 years
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There is a form of PTSD which comes from harboring resentment so long through silence that love turns to hate. Learn to speak.
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eliquious · 3 years
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It's a terrible thing to bed your husband after sitting on the couch getting drenched talking another man. You forget but I remember.
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eliquious · 4 years
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You had 10 years to tell me what you wanted. 10 years to tell me you weren't happy. 10 years to communicate. Strangely, you never opened your mouth except for others.
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eliquious · 4 years
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I wonder. Can you love? Or is it just limerence all the way down?
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eliquious · 4 years
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eliquious · 4 years
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Limerence sucks.
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eliquious · 4 years
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I wish you were this pillow.
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eliquious · 4 years
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The strangest thing is not speaking when saying a single word would stop your pain.
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eliquious · 4 years
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The inability to speak to those you love is a terrible affliction.
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eliquious · 4 years
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Willful emotional silence is the deathknell of a marriage.
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eliquious · 4 years
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I still love you, dear. Even after we've ripped ourselves apart. I yearn to be with you.
Like silly putty after separation... Each part reaching for the other.
How long will I reach for you? Do I want to be a ball again? Only if I could hold you.
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eliquious · 4 years
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Not sure if you'll ever see this, but there is still much in my heart for you. It will never leave. Things did not have to end the way it did. I'm not sure if you have any regrets for how things ended or if you have any regrets at all. I hope you find what you are looking for. I hope you find what I could not provide. But O, how bright we burned for a short while.
Should you ever find the courage to speak to me, I will listen. I am always here, even if I don't wait for you.
Fare thee well, my honey. Fare thee well.
I love you.
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eliquious · 4 years
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Oh dear, how I miss you.
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eliquious · 4 years
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Oh, what must it be like to have a woman who desires tender things! To be held and to hold!
How far would I run to find her! She who desires faithfulness and goodness. How far would she desire to walk beside me? Even into the darkest places of mankind where he has called me, would she follow me?
How majestic is such a woman! Though I lost her, I must give up these desires for the end of the age is near. I will never have children.
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eliquious · 4 years
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You know what is right and choose not to do it. What does that say about your character? Where has your integrity gone?
You feel shame and guilt but deny it. Sad will be the day when it catches up to you. Just please don't listen to the voices of suicide. Those voices you deny exist.
Yet even after all of this, I'm still here. I would still hold you and let you cry. All you have to do is confess and lay it all down. Why do you insist in carrying your burdens alone? Are you stronger for it? I dare say you are weaker.
Who is there such as me? Who remains as I have? I can only think of one.
You deny him as well.
Come, then, and be strong.
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eliquious · 4 years
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It's still a sad day. She still denies I love her. Of course she doesn't realize that she can't tell me how I feel. She no doubt lies to herself about my love for her to make the days pass. So yeah, it's still a sad day.
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eliquious · 4 years
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Sometimes adults act like children. It's a sad end to a lonely marriage.
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