Dear T,

There are still some things I want to tell you, but words can't describe how I feel. I think sometimes you just have to read my body language. You can tell. You even told me one time that I didn't have to tell you all the details. You can see the pain.

I know that at some point you want me to be able to talk about some things, but for now, you can sit with me in the pain of it all. Maybe that is all I can handle at this point. Is that okay?

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