I can’t fight it any longer. Was I even fighting? Was I hoping to come to this conclusion all along? I admit it, I finally accept and acknowledge where it is that I have felt the most love. I accept it, It hurt me more than I could comprehend and I tried to rid myself of any remnants of it. Never have I ever tried so hard to accept the severance of love.
There were moments where I had fooled myself into believing I had forgotten, but all in all, that was a mere mirage, a decoration of reality. This ultimate love incurred damage beyond any boundaries I had imagined.
Nothing has ever brought me close to the love I felt then, nothing has compared, and I fear nothing will. The scars left behind remind me of the detriment of this love. They remind me that love defies all, and the defiance is not a shield.
I can never have it as it was before and that is the burden of acknowledging that I have experienced a time of ultimate love, a time that has shackled itself to me, refusing replacement.