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He said he loved me, but he didn’t try to stop me from leaving. He had just let me go. He let me go…
At one time, she had loved me, and if she hated me, that meant I had hurt her. A person can only hate something they wanted to love.
I had never been in love with someone before her, so I had no idea that love wasn’t something a person got over. It was like a piece of shrapnel buried underneath the skin. Something not visible, but something painful that would always be felt.
