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He can leave now. It's been over a month.

The color of the car blinded us both and he held onto me afraid I'll lose my soul to the light. Oh, how late he is.

We entered, him smiling and holding my hand.

The traffic light changes the color it's giving off and the green light starts taking us home.

We smile. We make jokes. We laugh.

We lean against each other, both electrifying each other.

I look into his eyes and he leans in.

At that moment, I realize what changed.

He changed. He loves me again now.

Finally.

This is a change. I'm making a change, a good one.

I finally feel in love.

I finally feel like I've regained what was stolen from me.

Yes. Finally.