There is a space between words. A breath. A moment of silence that holds the truth of my thoughts. That if there was a way to be there beside you and hold your hand, I'd comfort you.
There is a space between breaths. A moment of silence when you know that nothing between us has changed regardless of how it feels when the walls in our cleverly guarded conversations crumble with the force of familiarity.
I cannot help wanting to ease your pain. I cannot help remembering the pain you caused. I cannot help wanting to open the door. I cannot help knowing I have to keep it closed.
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