Fragments of a true connection.

You saw me at my best,

Yet allowing you to see me at my worst was a gift.

Entwined in the rawest part of my heart,

Was I a fool to let you in?

Or brave enough to show you that part of me?

Funny thing is, I’m proud of the way life unfolded between you and I.

We talk,

Not with the spark we used to,

But you have always stolen a piece of my heart.

The way it ended was not like the movies,

But perhaps it was real in a way those stories never are.

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