He listened to her intently as the tears fell from her cheeks 

He stared at her bewildered as she gasped for breaths between words 

Had he known that his choices at the precipice of her love would break her even 20 years into the future, he might have chosen differently

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But would he really? 

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As she lay, curled into the blanket, limbs writhing from the pain radiating from her heart, from the memories of her past, he stood there, mouth gaping wide 

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How could he have been so careless? 

How could he take her gentle soul and defame it ? 

How could he take all the love she gave him and set it down as if it wasn’t the most precious gift she could have offered? 

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“Your love traumatized me” she wailed

“I gave you every part of me” she groaned

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As she doubled over in pain, in weakness, in horror

There was nothing he could do but place a hand on her shoulder for comfort

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She was right 

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Every way that he had fractured her heart initiated the deep cracks that still find themselves way too difficult to heal 

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No matter what she did to smooth out the edges, fill in the holes

No matter what man came to her with love and praise and affection 

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She was never able to satiate the ache her heart felt 

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His words echoed in every future relationship 

His doubt and hesitation manifested into her fear for the future 

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And with each failed love story, she felt increasingly defeated 

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A little more hopeless 

A little more helpless 

A little more pessimistic 

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But his love story, their love story 

Will always be the love story that broke her

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Their love story will always be the one that started it all 

Their love story will always be the one that took her gentle soul, her innocent love, and her forgiving heart and crushed it, demolished it, tarnished it

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He wished with every fiber of his being that he could rewrite their love story

That he could erase the pain 

That he could heal her broken parts 

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But a love story cannot be rewritten, it cannot be unwritten

She just has to find a way to give herself the happy ending that she knows she deserves on her own

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