The Night I Reached Out and Found a Connection Still There
Close enough to remember each other clearly, distant enough to pretend we didn’t matter. Our fallout wasn’t dramatic—no shouting, no ultimatums. Just a conversation that went wrong, words that landed too hard, and a silence that slowly grew. Pride did the rest. I told myself cutting him out was self-respect, that family ties didn’t excuse…
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