Closure.

One question. One answer.

“Did he ever really love me?”

“If he never did, and was simply having fun messing with my head, it’s okay to say so. It’s just hard to live not knowing.”


“He was not messing with your head.”

One question. One answer.

One good long cry that was massively overdue. He may no longer love me, but knowing he felt… something… at some point… makes all the hurt worth it.

Because he was worth it.

He was worth everything.

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