I am so at a loss.
I want to protect you, shield you, help you. But I cannot. All you are going through right now would overwhelm anyone. The personal traumas, the work, and now the missing love.
And you call out for your old self. She was always there you say now. I know she never left. That, I always knew. You liked to pretend she was gone. You flit back and forth, totally committed one day. Disappearing the next.
“We’re quite the contrast,” I say.
“Opposites attract,” you smirk.