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Ever since Mia left, I threw myself into work. Figured if I stayed busy enough, maybe I wouldn’t feel the ache.
Spoiler alert: that plan sucked.
I used to be a workaholic. Client dinners, weekends at the office, travel that was strictly business. Then Mia happened, and I didn’t think twice about ditching all of it.
I couldn’t wait for the day to end just so I could go home to her. It wasn’t just the s*x. It was the stillness. The intimacy.
We ate whatever Anna left in the fridge, or made something simple—pasta, usually. Sometimes we watched movies. Sometimes she played the piano, and I just sat there, floored by how much I loved her.
She quieted the noise in my head. Lit up something in my chest. Loved me harder than I ever earned.
And now I’m so f*****g miserable it feels
