I used to think that my words were bullets, but I was wrong. Nothing I could ever conjure up in my mind could inflict as much pain as had been inflicted on me by her words. Each word after soul destroying word, splintering me and cutting me to the bone. “Why can’t you love me more?” she continued to cry, holding onto me with a vice-like grip. “Why am I not enough for you?” “I do love you more,” I choked out, feeling my soul crack in half, as I reeled in the unimaginable fucking horror of what I’d done to her. “You are enough for me.” “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are.” Blowing out a pained breath,
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