To Kaylyn, love MK.
She told me it wouldn't always be like this.
I cried.
She told me I wouldn't always be this stressed.
It was an offhand comment.
She couldn't know that I'd thought of a dozen ways to end it that day.
Couldn't have known that I had already prepared to explain everything to my parents.
Everything.
How I just couldn't do it anymore.
How much pain I was in.
How I didn't want to feel this way anymore.
And then she said it in between tea-kettle giggles.
It won't always be this way.
It won't always hurt.
One day you'll just be.
'Until you have kids', she said, 'and then you can freak out all the time like me.'
'We'll get you there', she said.
And for once I let myself believe that I would.
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