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He’s not said I love you, for a few days. He’s travelling. He’s busy. It’s not a him thing, I don’t think. Most of these things are a me thing, anyway. I mean, he might’ve said it on the phone, and I just forgot. But, I’ve texted it to him a few times, and he didn’t say it back. I don’t expect him to say it back every time, I sure as hell don’t say it back every time. Just, it feels weird. Is it a ‘ we’re finally out of the honeymoon phase,’ thing? A case of getting used to

He’s gone. He is gone. He’s been gone for a while now, three, nearly four, months. But, why does everything still ache? Like he’s pissed on all my clothes, and no matter how many times I wash them? They still fucking stink. A cool bird illustration with no relation to the text. This one's a hoopoe. I’m with someone new. I’m living somewhere new. I’m not even in the same country as him. Yet, shit that he did to me? It still lingers. Like an invisible scar right on the tip of y