When he first left, it was the first time I felt my heart break. It was in summary, a soul-crushing ache where staying in bed made it seem to hurt a little less. My mind would wander for a second, thinking about him. A second would become an hour and suddenly it's three weeks later. The truth is, some pain just isn’t worth it.
Sometimes, the hurt gets old. Sometimes, you get tired of being the one who has to heal.

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