They never fucking heal.
"...haunt you, taunt you, until the day you die."
Oh, right, I'm rambling.
Because I'm reading old journals in light of the recent events that have transpired.
He never really leaves my life, does he?
Years ago we had a Star Wars moment where I told him that I loved him and he said, "I know."
Mister J says that there's a part of him that still loves me, buried deep.
I'm overcome with confusion.
After all these years is this really the path that we'll walk?
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