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0.1: Why I didn't cry

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by causeillleaveanyway

by causeillleaveanyway

I didn't cry.

I didn't cry, because I despised the place I was leaving.

I didn't cry, because I was well conceived of the whole thing.

I didn't cry, because I had already intricately planned out every detail of that day.

I didn't cry, because that was the day I'd been longing for as long as I could remember.

I didn't cry, because I loved the feeling of leaving, and never looking back.

I didn't cry, because I knew I was all too familiar with the ways of letting go.

I didn't cry, because I loved something about incomplete goodbyes and unspoken words.

I didn't cry, because I was obliviously fascinated by the queer sadness that weighed down my heart.

I didn't cry because I knew we'd meet again.

I cried for the fear that we wouldn't.