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I wish I could go through a breakup.

I want to write sad poems

And listen to sad music

And cry in the dark

And scream into my pillow

Holy shit, we did it 

89 days of 15-hour nights that we survived 

The many miles in many layers trudged through many inches of snow are behind us 

Do you remember those September evenings we spent together in the playground?  
The shiny rock we put in our pockets and the ugly little rocks that got lodged in our heels.