She is scared, broken, intimidated, and could never fall in love again, they said.
yes! How can she fall in love again when she already is?
How can one ask her if she still loves him when she has never stopped?
Yes, she is hurt, but she is also felicitous, thinking of all the smiles she has ever gotten from him.
Yes, he is the reason for the broken pieces she is carrying, but he was also the reason for fixing them gently once.
How could she hate him when the good always outweighed the bad?
With him around, she never fell in love but walked into it.
For her, love was never a second chance; she always withheld the one that had already happened.

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