She felt herself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person she'd never seen before in her life.
Some days were perfect - She have beautiful memories of both of them walking under the moonlight, watching the city lights and sneaking kisses in the train. While other days - lots of days - were unforgettably awful. Eventually, he told her what he had always known deep in his heart: that this thing, whatever it was, simply wasn't going to work for either of them.
Divine intervention. Her eyes, sore with crying , Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed she have become too fragile and easily hurt, like Chiron, the wise and immortal centaur of Greek mythology who is shot by an arrow and develops a wound that never heals." She was forlorn, disconsolate, rueful, and wounded. Trapped in a world of dreams projecting the beauty of things but it’s only a nightmare of screams a graveyard of fallen beings.
But somewhere down the road, she decided to channel those energies into something of value. She treated that experience in a constructive way and she believes that Love always finds a way to reach her, and only time knows when it’s going to happen. Reliving every moment of her bitter-sweet, one-sided romance was a cathartic experience for her .Speaking about the wound, it is still bleeding, and will it ever be cured?
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