You gave me something that you could take away.
You gave me…hope.
You made a promise.
You convinced me to love.
And then you took it away.
It was a planned removal.
A calculated risk.
A manipulation of trust.
A conception of sin
That turned out to be the best thing that could have ever happened to us.
The most horrid, mean-heated, demon-ization of our relationship manifested into the biggest blessing.
You left me. And I’m grateful.
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