I wish I could understand the stories you tell yourself.

The narratives you must write, so far detached from the reality in which we are living.

I will never hold regret for loving you once. It was genuine on my end. I know, now, that it never was on yours.

But you gave me the greatest gift, so I can never regret.

The best part is this:

You have no power here anymore.

I am no longer under your control.

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