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February 7, 2012
They said time healed everything, and technically, this was true. Yes, eventually the wounds she gave her lovers became little more than faded scars, but the time they took to heal was never proportional to the time those men spent languishing in her grasp.

It was a terrible imbalance. The price for a week at her side was two years of misery. Two years wrapped in her arms became three anguished decades. And those poor fools who had lingered longer? They would only find peace once their bones had turned to dust.

Turn away. You could never afford her love.