Irony

Irony is meeting your ex for the last time at the place where it all started.

And it was never a place we came to often while in a relationship. 

He still looks beautiful.  But he smells like alcohol. And I know with absolute certainty that this is how our story ends.

A full circle.

In every possible way.

The memories are flooding back as hes out for a smoke. I’m strong. I’m beautiful.  I will make it through this. 

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