What hurts the most,
watching you love somebody else

Yet I sense myself in you
my old habits, habits preserved in you
my preferences, love for a particular type of music, a partiality to blue skies and sunsets

I see a part of myself in you,
a reminder we onced loved each other with everything we had
You couldn't erase my mark,
just like I couldn't forget your warmth

My heart clenches everytime I'm reminded
you love another
It's not pain, not anguish
It's regret

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