They didn't know how their little words stabbed deeply, twisted within my flesh, engraved their damage within my bones, the feeling wavered in every breath, yet it hit greatly in the heart.
Plastered as a memory in my heart, kept as a story in the shelf. Engraved as a feeling to be used to. Rehearsed as a story to be told.
It felt to much to handle, yet i owned the pain, i cherished it as the very last memory of you.
– My Love.