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character: jamie whitaker, type: journal (public)

The Words (Journal, Public)

I am missing someone fierce tonight and I keep telling myself that it shouldn't bother me so much. After all, we hadn't seen each other for years until two years ago. What's a few months here? A few months there? A kind of torture, that's what it is. It's getting harder and harder to tell myself that sending her away was for her own good. If she's not here and on the move, she can't be tracked down as easily. It worked for her before.

Lately, I'm doubting my decision. Perhaps watching her roll back into my life was taken as a sign. A second chance to make it right—And I have so much to make up for—to fight for ourselves. But these months apart, I wonder. I wonder if maybe we should have ever been together since the Universe seems Hellbent on keeping us separated. Sometimes, I wonder if I should just let her go.