attempt at sensuality. Not even for a second would I miss his dry cracking lips swallowing mine. In that moment, I was so happy all I could do was cry. ~~~ My heart has thoroughly scabbed over, so I’ll never be quite the same person I was before that relationship, but the benefits of this needn’t be proven any further. I have an agonizingly tight rein on my impulses, and my body image is suffering, but I’m in the process of growing into myself again. The pesky curiosity which defines me returned in full throttle, along with my insatiable craving to experience what this world has to offer. I now try to surround myself purely with people who dare me to think, dream, and create. I’ll always be a little anxious, but I can deal with that and situational depression as long as I get to retain my freedom. A clear image of a future for me has yet to be glimpsed, but I now walk, hand in hand, with a person with whom I can relate, laugh, and be openly expressive. Though I’m well aware nothing is or ever can be perfect, my existence is significantly closer to my personal connotation.
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