Yesterday, when we met and it felt like we had stopped being angry with each other, I realized something. It was the first day in a long time that I smiled and behaved again like a foolish woman in love—just like I used to when we were together. And I must admit, I didn’t like that.
I felt vulnerable, ashamed, and helpless around you again. My guard is so weak when I’m next to you. I need to take some distance, or I might fall for you again.
Room 607 
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