Update: I took a bath. I got out to a missed call and now I’m smiling, FaceTiming them back in a towel, hair falling out on the sides— not wasting a moment that could make them change their mind and not answer. I hate that this is what it takes to make me happy. I want to be happy when I’m alone, when there’s nothing and no one but the spuds in the bath and the quiet padder of my sink that always drips even when it’s off. But tonight I’m happy, and I guess that’s enough.

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