My side of the story

My side of the story doesn’t matter anymore. There was a time when being understood felt urgent. When explaining every detail, defending every decision, and correcting every misunderstanding felt necessary. You wanted people to see your heart. To grasp what really happened. To validate the pain you carried. You thought if they just understood your perspective, something would feel resolved.

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