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Inaudible

I know

In their voices

I know

A sad, fierce look in their eyes

I know

The problem with my hobby of suffering through heartache is that I remind others of their own past relationship traumas (a saving grace is most of them are in good, healthy relationships now). I’ve finally realized when they tell me not to beat myself up, they speak from experience, not from indifference.

I see a light in their eyes, aware and remembering and I feel kinship and guilt. They know and I think they’d just as well forget.

It’s never as easy as I’m sorry.