The most terrifying realization you will face, my dear, is that you are haunted by the ghost of a boy who still yet lives;
He lives within your very soul, the mere memory of him pours through the cracks of your heart like acid; leaving a trail of destruction in its wake;
Never fear my darling, the imprints of his hands that are now branded on your soul will fade, the bruises he left will disappear one by one;
There will be a day when you can say you're okay, and genuinely mean it;
There's coming a time when no
heartache shall follow the mention of his name;
Your thoughts will abandon his face, the memories that now hold you captive will be driven back to the dustiest corners of your mind;
I long for the moments when your knees do not weaken when he stands before you, his words slicing into your skin as he once again proves he is unworthy of you;
I pray for the days when you reflect upon your past and see not the boy you loved with your whole being, for his stone heart does not merit affection as pure as yours;
Your love will never again be within his grasp, for not once did he hold you the way you deserve to be held.
