A decade has passed and what’s left of the wounds are scars that no laser could ever vaporize. How could I forget you when you have meticulously imprinted your identity in my heart, every single detail finished to perfection. My love, your name I do not wish to utter but somehow, it stubbornly finds a way to linger in my head. Even in my dreams, I can hear its resonating echoes. I have painstakingly endured a decade of brokenness, a decade of cruel affliction. You have ruthlessly ruptured my heart. What’s left of me are broken fragments, stitched back together.
You left me with a mark, you left me with a scar that even time itself cannot erase.