Looking back, there's not much I could've done differently. I think about the day we walked to the art gallery downtown. Your dark hair curled over the shoulders of your pale pink dress as you paced between paintings. You asked me whether you should stay. It was better for you this way. I didn't mean that, but I wish that I had. Maybe, it would help with acceptance.
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