Time has a way of softening pain—or at least hiding it. For fifteen years, some memories stayed buried deep inside me: old arguments, misunderstandings, regrets, and moments I wished I could forget. I thought I had moved on, but sometimes the past has a way of resurfacing, demanding attention, and offering a chance for healing that was long overdue.
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