We wanted so badly to believe that we were still the same people we were when all of this began. We constructed a false reality in which we made sense, and desperately clung on to that idea of harmony.
The suffering we both endured—though it may have been different for each of us—is in the past, and I urge you to keep it there. I am not asking you to forget. I am simply asking you to move forward.
Did he know he was the first time I looked at novelty with eagerness; Something other than spite?
Not believing in the very matter that I am made of? Not supporting what it is that makes my heart sing, and makes every single day worthwhile? That is where I have to draw the line.
He will let you go on like this, driven mad by his dastardly silence as he frees himself of a guilty conscience and any trace of imperfection.