Manifested physically. You can feel it. In the slow twisting sad muscle constrictions of your heart. In the hot tingling embarrassed sensation all over your skin. In the laboured and shortness of your broken breathe. In the sudden, unexpected wellings of tears pooled in the corner of your eyes. In the confusing, swirling thoughts in your mind that goes to everywhere and nowhere.

The old me who want to suppressed my emotions and tell myself I must be strong, I can get over this, and feel ashamed of how I feel – this me, I don’t want this me to exist anymore.

I am a woman. I have emotions. I am allowed to feel hurt and sad and be able to express it. I’m letting myself to feel everything I feel and I’m trying to be okay with that. It’s scary, to want to feel the range of my emotions. It’s freaking me out, to be this vulnerable, even if it’s only to myself. It’s absolutely terrifying.

But I love you, me. I love you, I hear you, I feel you, I will never abandoned you, and I will always be here for you. I love you. Feel.

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