You remind me of the callus on my ankle. The rough patch of skin where the tongue of my running shoe rubs against my skin every mile of every day.
You are there. I can still see you. I can definitely still feel you. Where i once was soft, I now am hard. Others can still see you too. They just have to really look. But your pain isnt as sharp anymore. Sure, you dont feel good and if you really pick at it, the pain returns and I bleed. But the daily motion of every step over and over and over again no longer completely demands my full attention with its agony. Where once each breath was a knife through my heart, there is now only a a dull pain. Only a slight hitch in my breathing reminds me of the hole you punctured in my lungs.
But this callus strengthens me- protects me- guards me. Strengthens me against future pain. Protects me from the one thing that has weakened my body the most. Guards me by reminding me to never be too vulnerable to the grinding of my shoe against my ankle or the grating of your leaving words against my soul.