Every time you try to come back to me all the pain you caused me comes back. All the time you tortured me and all those bad memories come rushing to my head and I just want to hide. Even if I scream on the top of my lungs it is not so, the wounds are still open and they are too many.
I don't want to be harsh to you, even though you deserve that and more. I wish I had a heart of stone so I could just be mean and pay you back with the same coin, but I still am the soft, kind, sweet girl you fell in love with centuries ago.
Please, let me go.
I don't want to feel so fragile again, never ever.
