I'm afraid it's not all what I'd hoped. ;__;
Waiting for over two years and he finally comes back.
Just the same as the last, he leaves again, leaving me alone with that hole in my heart.
It's a terrible time; just when I needed that hole filled, the scab is ripped off and the hole is left to the germs in the air. It pains me so, a scar that runs deeper than you know.
The hole becomes deeper, as does the scar. No ointment I can find will seem to cover it up or help it heal. My heart, forever maimed, numbing my arms so that they will not lift, searing my heart so that it will not soak in.
My heart.... will it feel again?
I get what I deserve. That's what they always say.
He does to me what I did to him, and will my heart heal again?
One does not know.
Shall I fall into despair? Shall I let my heart continue to disrepair?
No, I shall patch a patch of flesh over that scar
And hope never to see it again.
And move along.
And, perhaps, with time,
I'll truly forget it's there.
Matthew Jason Foxx Community Member 
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I'm starting to scar over. It's there... but my skin's healing over it. Soon, it'll be a distant past memory.