The Pain Lingers
As I tried to sit with my thoughts, they turned darker. I kept imagining them — laughing in a café, holding hands in the sun, living in a fantasy while I was home, oblivious. Every scene felt like a dagger, each imagined detail worse than the last. I couldn’t stop the images.
The betrayal wasn’t just physical — it was emotional, psychological, and spiritual. I had given him my trust, my years, my heart. And now, all I had left were broken promises and ghostly visions of a love that was never real to him. I tried to push them out, but they haunted me still.
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