It is strange to be able to vividly remember the love for a particular person from your past if you no longer feel that love with the same intensity. I always get overwhelmed by a sense of betrayal. Not the betrayal of your past lover, but of your old self, who swore that things would never change. But they did. In the end, they did.
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