Years passed after Jimmy and I ended. Not abruptly. Not with hatred.
Just distance settling quietly between two people who once knew each other by heart. And life, being life, continued moving.
Not excitement. Not obsession. Not fantasy. Home. That’s different.
With other people, I still explained myself. I still translated my humor, my silences, my moods after difficult shoots, or the strange emotional crash after wrapping a series you gave your entire soul to.
That frightened me for years. I thought maybe it meant I was emotionally stuck in the past.
But age teaches you nuance. Missing someone is not always immaturity. It is just honesty.
This time, when we found our way back to each other, it felt less like fireworks… and more like finally coming home after being emotionally homeless for years.
This love for all that it’s worth is not meant to be hidden.
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