In twenty days, it will be exactly one year since I found out you were cheating on me. I would never forget. That very ordinary day you accidentally sent a text message that was supposedly for her. It was the day I stopped trusting you. It was the very first time I ever doubted your love. It's almost a year now, and I'm still wondering where I am. That day that changed me. That day I couldn't change.
Last night, I wept carelessly. I remembered that day, all the pain I felt, the tears I couldn't shed, the gutless defeat, the silent screaming of my pride, and my heart so unwilling to beat. When I got weary of all the hysterical crying, I stopped and pictured myself moving on. That day will happen too. And it won't be so horrible to remember.
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