She had to leave him.
Or else she would hurt and destroy him with her love.
No, she couldn't let that happen. She just couldn't. It was hard to let go but she tried.
Not days, not weeks but months passed until she got over him and let go of her love for him.
And she let go.
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A Friend, a Lover, a Foe.
Short StoryHumans. Mundane? We mask in mirth, put up a facade,yet that facade is for ourselves. We cheat ourselves and portray our thoughts, our desires as the truth, but is it? Our imagination places the cards on the table reigning triumphant over our gulli...
