Dear Diary...
This is clichè. Even for someone like me.
On this day, four years ago, I saw his face for the last time.
I don't know how it happened, or what brought us down, but I know one thing for sure: Time softens everything, even the things you thought you'd never forget. It has something magical about it which makes forgiving much easier, much effortless.
I was afraid of forgiving him, of forgetting what he did to me and what he made me feel, but I'm not afraid anymore.
In a very twisted and horrible way, he made me a better, stronger person.
At least, I chose to be one and admit to myself that it was the doing of our mistakes that tore us apart.
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Limitless Lady
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