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Her position was a strange one. When she thought about it, it was where she'd always been. She was popular, but somehow not. When she accepted an invitation others seemed glad to see her. But when she declined, she was not missed. It had always been that way. Co-workers, friends, even family. She'd resigned herself to this position, telling herself that it didn't matter. But in what had started as the smallest way, it mattered. And finally, it had come to matter very much.
But something paralyzed her. She found it unthinkable to ask how she'd come to this position. Frankly, she didn't even know how to formulate the question, let alone who to ask.
She felt an inexplicable emptiness and frequently took little social breaks, isolating as much as possible without causing alarm. Her closest friends began recognizing the breaks, welcoming her back with, "Been on intermission?" She was grateful for their acknowledgement, even if they didn't quite understand.

Confessions of a Neglecting Soul

Dear IKTTtBT:

Please forgive me. I know I spent forever hemming and hawing before deciding to commit to you. And even after the commitment, I've wandered back to the sweet pleasure of a notebook propped on my knees, the scratch of a pen against a blank page, the slightly sweet scent of ink as I vigorously pour out my thoughts. Despite my indiscretions, I do love you. Please believe it. You allow me to share with strangers and loved ones without begging attention. Let's try again; I know I can do better. You won't regret this- I promise.

Love,

D