If you don't spring some kind of ill-thought-out ambush or something, and if you don't talk about it... I'll come see you, alright? You'll feel better. We'll both see we're okay, and it won't even feel like a big deal for you anymore. We can... sort it out a little better, I guess.
[It feels like a mistake. They don't want to do this. They want to stop being in control and functional and just crumble somewhere nobody's going to see it. They type it out and hit send anyway.]
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[It feels like a mistake. They don't want to do this. They want to stop being in control and functional and just crumble somewhere nobody's going to see it. They type it out and hit send anyway.]