"It hurts."
"Of course it does," you smiled sadly. "The hurt is how we know it was love. The absence we feel is proof that what we had is something that can be lost."
"... And when does it stop?"
With eyes dark like a cloud before rain, you replied,
"If it was love, it won't."
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VIVID PAIN - heartbreak and closure
PoetryHey, it's me. You probably don't want to hear from me, but this is the last time. Promise. Just hear me out, okay? You and me, one last time down the memory lane... To all my girls struggling right now: one day he WILL understand how valuble you are...
