I stared at the stack of love letters in my hands. Two years, I had waited for his love, in vain. It was hard to look truth in the eye. After I realised this, the waiting started again, but this time, for the moment I got over it. And I really did not make it easy on myself. For so long, I kept coming back to those letters. Finally, I burned them. One by one. It felt liberating because with it, the denial, the disappointment, the anger, and the sorrow evaporated. With it, I forgave myself and cut all ties.

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