And so I just kept writing to myself.
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I used to cover my windows in heavy curtains, never drawn. Now I danced in the sunlight on my hardwood floors.
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It was strange walking through the empty apartment. My battered purple room was gone, Brittany’s bruised blue was gone. Two coats covered everything. It was like none of it had ever happened.
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I decided I would fill the emptiness in me with God and with paint.
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I threw his framed picture off my balcony just to hear my heart break.
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Go for it, my heart said, my heart always said.
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I didn’t answer. We were not buddies. We could not chat about the proximity of our offices, or football, or forgiveness.
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I told him I had once lost everything I had, too, and that I think that can be God’s way of building walls around us to force us to look up at Him.
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On day one of the drive, I saw my first dome sky. The world was so flat that I could see the level horizon all around me and the sky looked like a dome. Skies like that will give you perspective when nothing else will. The second day, a tumbleweed blew across the interstate. I’m in a western movie, I said to myself, laughing. I found it so much easier to laugh now that this weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
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We kissed each other until we were too tired to keep going. I could still feel him holding back. It was my penance for what I had done to him. All I could do was hope the walls would fall and that I could have all of him again, but I was always leaving and he was tired of watching me walk away. We both knew that I couldn’t stay and that he couldn’t come with me, but still, we couldn’t let go.
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