Scars & Souvenirs
You knew yourself well enough to let me go. That’s the only rational I have to help me understand why we separated so abruptly. The silence afterwards killed me. Isn’t this a recipe for a sappy love song depicting how I was so full of you that I completely forgot about me? I have learned that sometimes life’s scars are really souvenirs in disguise. Regrettably, I sincerely thank you! I can only hope that karma doesn’t allow what you did to me to happen to you.
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