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But those are the scars of life. They never completely heal, but they don’t continue to bleed either.

For years, I’d hungered and hunted down success. I’d fought to be better than the man standing in front of me. When all along, I’d always been better. And the thing I wanted most and spent years fighting for, the money that made me powerful, destroyed the lives of every single woman in my life. My father punished my mother, then I’d been punishing every woman in my life for his sin.

Hurt is hurt, it’s all damaging, it’s all negative.

“Everyone has a past, and until that past affected me, I wouldn’t hate him for it.”

And I let there be silence, because sometimes it’s through the silence that so much gets said.

I imagine she has no idea who’s come into this store and who has left. Books do that to her. They are, and I suspect always will be, the bones to her soul. They take her away. And that’s all I want to do, too.

But more than anyone, I know that sometimes love just isn’t enough.

I can’t forget anything. She haunts me. Every damn day.