And then, there is a kind of heartbreak : the kind you will not know how to talk about to anyone. The kind you'll smile through with a wide smile hoping no one sees peeping behind your teary eyes. The kind you'll work hard at forgetting. The kind that works hard at staying. The kind that sometimes keeps you awake at night, tortured by feelings and memories that you have failed ridding yourself of for yet another thousand lifetime. I'll never understand why, but to love a man like how I loved him must have been something from times of old. It was ancient.
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