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I know! I know!!
The perfect ones are about to chew me alive.
I can already hear them sharpening their knives, with their judgments lined up like a firing squad, ready to cut through my excuses, my weakness, and my moment of surrender.
They will call me reckless or they’ll say I should have known better. That I should have resisted.
Just calm down you all righteous judges. Take a chill pill and don't blame me too much. Because unless you've lived under the same roof with your ex-lover slash brother and you've spent months trying to convince yourself that you're over them while their scent still lingers on your pillow every time, or unless you've stood in front of them, their gaze burning through you, knowing they still have the power to undo you with a single touch, only then, do you have the right to talk.
It's easy to preach about willpower from the safety of distance. Easy to lecture about moving on when you haven't felt the magnetic pull of history, or of muscle memory,
