"i never knew what
game you were playing, but i always had to keep score. sometimes you were
sensitive and critical. after the storm, the calm would come. in the
form of reassurance and splendid gifts of adoration. a fight
meant a cuddle later. my tears falling signposted to remorse and
your apologies. there was this pattern with you. bitter then
sweet. cold then hot. always keeping me on my toes, until i
decided to stop."
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