do not give up on love

but I did give up

and still it found me: parts scattered on the floor as I broomed my dirty pieces into a collage of shoddy resemblance slapped together with anxiety acting as the glue.

yet he worked patiently to piece me back together providing proper adhesive in the form of gentle words and reassurances.

Now it is my turn to do the same.

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