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January 25, 2019 by Melissa K Mursch

My Best Friend

 

when we broke up

i remember telling you what had happened

with tears in my eyes

over the phone

you had an abrupt

short

burst of tears

& you said something like

“ i’m just so mad at her

because you don’t deserve this

& you were so happy

& i just want you to have that

so badly “

& that was one of those moments

so pure

so true

for a minute my tears stopped

my heart was whole again

& i knew i still had an abundance of love

without her

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