My Love…
You left me long ago. My mistakes were too big for you to forget. It’s been years since I held you or we kissed, but I cherish you as the love of my lifetime. There has been no contender since, nor do I believe there will ever be.

From “A Million Little Pieces” by American writer James Frey
The
wounds
that
never
heal
can
only
be
mourned
alone.