“You opened the door to my life and walked in like it was already yours. And then… it was. You lit a fire and changed how I viewed love. You touched me in a way that made me feel alive, real, important. And then you abruptly closed the very door you had just opened. The fire you lit inside me burned my skin in every place you ever caressed me. You slipped away like a coward in the night, leaving me stumbling to cauterize the deep wounds you made. And maybe they will one day finally heal, but I will always bare your scars.”
— Unknown



















