Loving him hurt.
Hell, just looking at him hurt.
But the pain of not seeing him hurt much worse.
There were more times that I could count that I felt my heart being ripped out of my chest. I swear I could have looked down and saw it on the floor.
Still beating slowly.
Not the fast rhythm it had when he was around.
He made me feel alive at times but then dying slowly all at once.
He ruined me and fixed me at the same time.
But I loved him.
Was that enough?
Did he truly love me?
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Reminiscence
Fanfictionrem·i·nis·cence (reməˈnisəns) a collection in literary form of incidents and experiences that someone remembers
