Love is ugly.
Love is destructive.
Love is pain.
I wish I knew that when I met him. Now I’m a body without soul. Because of him I became darkness. For over 7 years, I kept myself in a bubble, so I would never forget him.
Even if I forgot his face, his voice, his smell. I still loved him.
For absolutely no reason.
Does love really need a reason? People say no, but to me I needed a reason. I needed to stop loving a person who destroyed me without even being near me.
I vowed I would change.
But can I really?
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