Simmering

I’m lying in an Epsom salts bath and this idea that entered my head is simmering, begging to be voiced.

The silence of a Beloved hurts more than hearing their truth, even if their truth changes the nature of your relationship with them.

That is all. That is love.

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Thanks for reading x

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