Then this happened...

... and I am reminded.

I look back and I cringe.
Knowing that it did happen
and wishing that it didn't.
After all, it is hell.
It didn't even reach heaven.
Purgatory was as close
as this ill-fated story
can ever get.
It's not about knowing
anymore but of feeling
and forgiving.
It's about being okay
and believing that it had
to be that way.

Then it happened...
...and I am reminded.

Behold the blinded dance
of three awkward hearts.

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