In every failed relationship, there are the Ones Who Got Away and The Ones Who Stayed. Unfortunately for me, I was the latter in ours.
They say The One Who Got Away bears more of the pain than The One Who Stayed. But in our case, it seems like I carried all of it. I remember our movies dates: The day, the time, the place and even the movie we watched. I remember the simple dinner and lunch dates: What we ate and where we've eaten. I even kept the receipts; they are still inside the box I have been dying to burn but can't. Because burning that means burning what we had, forgetting the marks we've left in each others' lives, and moving on. Yes, I am still refusing to let go of you, of us, and all that we had.
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Published on October 18, 2015 00:00