I am hit but the realisation of how psychological pain can feel so physical. How I can really feel the pain in my body. How my stomach feels like a big knot and how it is harder to breath, like my lungs have shrunk a little bit. The pain is there, all the time. But some moments it is like a constant in the background and other moments flushing over me like a tsunami wave. I am not arguing that what happened is wrong. It takes two to tango as they say, to stay in the dance if you're heart is not in it is killing both parts slowly, and I'm not even sure that I would have wanted to keep up dancing that much longer. But I love you and this hurts so much.
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