My highwayman has returned, asking for another chance at being a savious to the one named me, someone that lives hundreds of miles away. He claims to not have remembered the reason for his leaving, but I do. I remember every word, every sting, and every wound inflicted upon me by his utterance of a few texted phrases. It tore me up inside, and the scare have yet to finish mending. I suppose, the mending cannot truly heal until everything is put out into the open, and questions are thrown out. The most important one being, "Why?"
Another thought. Is it just the recent wealth I've aquired that has brought back this soldier to my door? Or possibly, the rejection of the other women that flaunt his town? Such questions plague my mind, and I wonder if I should list the things that were listed as the reasons for the break-up.
I shall wait, and see if it still troubles me later. I, unfortuantely, tread into this relationship as if I am walking upon thin ice, not wanting to fall through and hurt myself once more. For a while, unfortunately, every word and every action of his shall be tested.
If they all 'pass', then the trust I once had in him will surely return.
Every rememberence of what he said stabs my heart, even though its been such a long time since the words were sent. The knife was twisted, and I'm still waiting for it to be pulled from my chest.
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