A night doesn't pass where I don't think about Ryan. Every time I drive past his house, or walk my dog down his street, it hurts anew.
I could avoid so much heartache if I just let him go. If I avoided him. If I didn't go near his house, or down his street. It's the long way anyway.
If I didn't walk down his street, I wouldn't feel the stab in my heart when I see the curtains move as he backs away from the window where he watches me. If I didn't drive past his house as soon as I got my license, he wouldn't know what my car looks like and I could keep that anonymity.
But I do it anyway.
I don't think this kind of pain will ever go away.
And so I cry.
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