People love that cliché: “Time heals all wounds.” But live long enough, you realize that most clichés are true. It’s amazing what even the smallest passage of time can accomplish. The cuts it can close, the imperfections it can smooth over. But in the end, it comes down to the size of the wound… doesn’t it? If the wound is deep enough, there might be no way to keep it from festering, even if you have all the time in the world.
I tried so hard to get better, to get over this, to forget it all and move on and I thought I was getting to the point where I could say that I am feeling a lot better, but right now I couldn't feel any worse... by seeing that you felt that staying with me would have been settling.
I don't think he will ever know how he ripped my heart out when he tried to move on. I think he moved on a lot more than what he led me to believe. I still feel his guilt about the way he treated her... and others.