forget.

33.

"do you even know what real pain is?"

she looked up at him with a look of disappointment, knowing exactly what she felt, what he made her feel. "i thought i knew what heartbreak felt like. i thought heartbreak was me, eating by myself at a famous cafe in the city," she laughed dryly to herself, "oh but how fucking wrong i was. that feeling was nothing. this, this pain you made me feel, was heartbreak. it's a pain in your chest that never leaves, an ache that forms behind your eyes, so you can never see love without forcing yourself into thinking they're different. the knowing that things will never be the same again...it's all relative, i suppose."

his eyes bore into hers, holding regret. while her bright blue eyes held nothing. she sat there, in the small cafe, staring at him, at the man she thought she knew, the man she once loved.

"you think you know love, you think you know the pain that comes with it. but you don't. you don't know anything about real pain." and with that, she exits the cafe. leaving the toxic man she once cared for behind to finally realize, he loved her.