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The only thing I wanted him to understand was how much he hurt me. I wanted him to feel what I felt, in every part of his body. And to admit that what he did was horrible.
But his face, deprived of conscience, did not carry any signs of remorse…
So finally I left.

Two months later he apologized. Pain and guilt thrown a shadow on his careless love. His face withered…  He realized what I felt.
And that was the end of my fight.
The energy suppressing my feelings has vanished.
It seemed as if that what happened has never happened, and that there was never anything to forgive.