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It has been a week, a week that has been hard, a week of searching, a week that has ended just as a lot of other things. The waiting, apologizing, gratituding… has been just tiring. The whole not knowing has been torture. He is wrapped up in his world. I am tangled up in mine. A moment after a week of not talking, barely communicating, he takes a moment to call and to touch base. Heartbreaking, maybe my drama is not so bad. Maybe, I’m going to be ok either way, maybe just maybe.