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When Emma first told me she needed space, her words landed softly, almost delicately, yet inside me something constricted instantly.
At first, I told myself I understood — I assumed she simply needed a pause, a brief interval to gather her thoughts, to breathe, to reset emotionally.
I convinced myself that this was temporary, a normal fluctuation in a long-term relationship. I thought, maybe naively, that it was just…
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