4:30 a.m. I wake up to a text. She says "I miss you". Heart says "I miss you more than anything". Pride goes back to sleep. Heart opens the text again at 11, then 2, then 8 at night. Pride responds the next day. Pride says "I hope you're well." Heart says "I want to see you. I want to be us again." Pride slowly starts to remove you from all my social media. Heart keeps the cards you gave me, and the ring. Pride keeps them in a box hidden under my bed. Pride stops talking about you. Heart aches to hear from you so I have a reason to talk about you. Pride makes a face at the word "love". Heart wants to know real love. Heart pleads with wanting hands for affection, for attention. Pride locks Heart in a steel cage for protection, for my safety. Pride says, "This is for your own good". Heart weeps. Pride is worn on my sleeve, pulled down to cover the bracelet you gave me. Pride says, "This is good enough".