the backstage epiphany

where reality is so subjective it's entirely optional

Buyer’s (or seller’s?) remorse

Temporary, but no less painful

For all the laughter you brought me.

For all the movies and the music we shared.

For renewing my faith in love, and testing its strength when you took it away.

For teaching me to put others first, and not make anything about me.

For helping me learn more about myself through what I learned about you.

Thank you.

“Never again.” That’s what I said to myself
Never want to feel your kind of pain again
Just when I think it’s over
Just when I think it’s through
I find myself right back in love with you

Whitney Houston, Why Does It Hurt So Bad –

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