“Yet the real damage was not in the cutting words she wish she hadn’t spoken and that I would never forget. The damage was to our love
She was pleased to see I still loved her; I was pleased to see how readily both she and I were fooled. The two of us were aware of being pleased which intensified our truth, but we must have sensed that being so easily reassured was nothing more than a dilution of our love.”
— 13 hours, 8 min ago
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