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I gave a final read of all the long messages I curated whilst we were still together. 

On Evernote, in a folder titled Love, they were what got me through the tough days of missing you, and reminded me ever so often of what I was fighting for, when our arguments got bad.

I remember there were periods when I had to read them every night, as my guilty pleasure, right before I drifted off to sleep and nothing put my heart at such peace than the words from you.

Now, I still sense the sincerity, but also see symptoms that led to what we are; apart.

You wanted to be the person I could learn to trust, but in the end you gave it all up for your lie.

Thankful that I've known you, but your words are still better off deleted.