When I Called You Mine
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Ongoing13m
Last published Sun, Sep 6, 2020
"I've always had a problem letting go of things," I say, playing with the cigarette-burned hole in my sofa.
"Is that why you still talk to me?" she asks.
I pause to think for a moment. The answer is so obvious, yet she asks it anyway. Of course, it is. My inability to move on is why I dial the same number every single day. Yet at the same time, I feel like maybe I'm starting to let go. Maybe talking to her is actually helping me get over everything: helping me not hate work so much, actually take care of myself. I look at my kitchen, clean for the first time in a year and nod. Talking is helping, but I don't tell her that.
"Yeah," I lie, because saying I don't need her anymore is harder to do.
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