And after all these years, memories of her carry the deceptive warmth of a welcoming home. But nearing them too closely still causes the meltdown of the inner core of your being. When others mention her in passing, they unwittingly force you to remember how unbearably long the half-life of forgetting really is. The ruins of a past love are a phantom pain you learn to live with but are never completely freed from.
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