"There are two of you, you know. The you as you
are now, that's the one I fell in love with, though sometimes you don't
remember me." .......... "Then, there's the
other you. The one that hurts me, that's the one who remembers. That's the one
I hate."
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Some things once you've loved them, become yours forever... and if you try to let them go. They only circle back and return to you. They become part of who you are... Or they destroy you.