in *hey* i attempt to wake from the ai slumber party

Of course, the intersections happened again. Open minds, try again, find the love that seems to keep pulling us together. Twice, however, in the last five days, the truth of her pain and wounding seemed to interrupt any rejoin.

If you call me back. If you listen to the repair and resetting of priorities and expectations, and seem to align around the *yes* of moving forward. All good.

“I can’t be with someone who continues to write such terrible things about me.”

Um, about that…

“No, I’m not.”

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