Several days have passed since the incident and I still can't forget the warm tears that were hanging on the corners of my eyes as my legs trembled at the sight of cheating. I loved him, I did. Like I've never loved anyone before. But it's all over now and I have to accept it, no matter what. The memories won't matter, the tears won't matter, the scars on my heart will be forgotten. And perhaps I'll find someone who'll fight against this with me.
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