"We cannot fix this."

Ice to heart.  Pierce the soul.

"It has been too long.  I have found someone else.  You need to move on, too."

Didn't he know?  It was not him.  It was not me.  It was the love.  It was always the love.  How could he not see?  Not know? How can you give love to one?  To another?  Then another?

"I am done."

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