Those days and nights at the motel, I thought I was afraid of his ghost, but I wasn’t.
I was afraid of my loneliness.
And how I’d been tricked.
And the way I’d convinced myself of so much: that I wasn’t sad, that I wasn’t alone.
I was afraid of the lies I’d told myself.
I am afraid he never loved me.
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