The problem begins when we decide that this one is going to be different from the others.
The reality is that they are all the same.
They came to you with open arms, seemingly wanting to be close to you for all of eternity. On the surface, it looks like they could love you with every fiber of their being, because you certainly feel the same about them. But of course, it’s beneath the surface that the soul resides.
A soul, stained.
The first ones made mistakes. They said the wrong things that broke hearts and did the wrong things, triggering tears.
Give them a chance, you thought.
And so you did. Temporarily plastering that fragmented heart, you went back to war. No armour, at that, because you thought that you’d be prepared for it the second time around; also because you believed in second chances.
What a joke. One was as bad as the other – twice the pain, twice the tears.
It hurts more because, at the back of your mind, you knew this would happen.
And you let it.
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