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D called me tonight. We talked for 2 hours. We just laughed, a lot. We have this way of riffing off one another that lets us talk for that long without really saying anything.
It was good. I forgot all about how bad I felt. I felt...better.
I told him all about work, about the incident last night that fucking killed me, about the bad night and day that followed. I told him how much I missed having someone to cuddle with me.
He told me about his bar exam prep classes. He's running behind, and he just got started. He's working on getting his internet access. His phone charger was packed in some box somewhere, so we talked until his battery died.
He missed me.
It felt good to be missed, for a change. Even if he doesn't love me. Even if he doesn't really care about me. Even though I know he'd ditch me in a second if one of his law school friends gave him a half a chance.
Even though he's just who he is, it was good to have someone to talk to.
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