She sent this selfie to me not ten minutes after we split up. “You’re going to want me back in about an hour or two,” she added. She was right. She was wrong. I was not ever going to text her back into my life. Water under the bridge. It’s never easy, letting go. And when the chemistry is the best ever, damn… I need to quit writing about her. Pushing the river never works. Let go and drift with the crisp clear water.
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