The warm glow of the day did little to lift the cloud of melancholy that had settled over me. Years had passed, but some wounds seemed to resist healing. It’s been five years since I broke up with David.
Five long years ago since I found out he was cheating on me. I had been a different person, full of hope, in love with David, and dreaming of a future together. The betrayal was like a knife to my heart. It felt like my world shattered into a million pieces on that fateful day.
I loved him. But I knew I couldn’t stay with someone who had hurt me so badly and torn my world apart. So I ended our relationship and walked away. Ever since, I’ve been trying to move on, but the scars remain.
Life had moved forward in the years since our breakup, and I thought I was over it. I graduated from college, secured a steady and decent job, and built a new circle of friends. Despite these accomplishments, there were still moments when the pain of the past resurfaced now and then.
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