T1W2
Those fond memories are just hard to be expunged. Yet each time I reminisce, I recoil as I've grown timorous from being hurt again. The diatribe they've launched at me just kept echoing at the back of my head. I couldn't get over it. Seeing them became anathema to me, though there's this stinging sensation inside which really hurts. They've made it clear that it is integral for us to go on separate ways. This dramatic ending which I've dread, alas came true.