I Texted My Ex

I Couldn’t Help It

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Had a can of worms in my pocket. It started getting warm, wiggly, antsy. It had been eight months. I wanted to open it. To let the love out.

But the worms — the worms — I was worried about them.

Yet my heart said, “You love him, you miss him. He kisses the best. His tallness, curly hair, sparkly eyes, perfect lips . . . You miss him. He misses you, too. Did you read…