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I can’t imagine what it would have been like if we had stayed together. Two people so completely out of sync, yet clinging as if they depended on the others heartbeat to survive.

It was ugly, but at the same time, beautifully twisted.

With you, I felt. It wasn’t a good feeling, but it was feelings nonetheless. I was alive with pain. You filled the empty spaces and made me real. I felt the pain of our relationship with a passion that I’ve never had before, nor had since. It consumed me and became my souls light. When you left me, so close to the altar, you killed me. 

In silence and darkness I died late that night. The person I was, left dead on the floor, still clutching the phone in disbelief.

Time will heal all wounds. It’s true. But it can’t erase that rough and rigid scar that is left behind. I tend to pick at my scars but I have completely left this one alone. I won’t touch it, even to this day. I’ve never felt such pain, or such release as I did when who I was, was finally put out of his misery once and for all. I have you to thank for that.

Who cares what happens to you now.