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When my entanglements ended, as was their wont, I would sever ties and walk away.
It seemed pointless to ‘remain friends’ or ‘keep in touch’.
It’s over. Go.
Yet now I find myself eating with and greeting old lovers.
There is no self-consciousness.
No need to play act or pretend. No anxiousness. No fear of being left vulnerable.
It feels so good now to leave behind expectations, recriminations, real or imagined sins.
“Remember this and do not abuse it,” I said to one last night. “No matter how angry I might get at you I will never stay angry for long.”
There is no talking about the past.
We move forward as former intimates getting through the rest of life as friends.
It is far too easy to mistake physical proximity with real intimacy.
I believe the truest connection between two people is one forged with care, effort and honesty. To genuinely have real affection, to give real consideration is far harder for some than stealing a kiss or moving in the dark.
There is nothing to hide. Nothing to be afraid of.