All women are liars.
Well, maybe not all women. Over the years, I’ve only met a few who cared about anyone other than themselves.
Seven years had passed since the last time I saw her. The one who lied to me.
I might pretend it doesn’t bother me now, but the scars are as fresh as the day she disappeared. Hopefully, someday I can forget the pain she caused.
Or, until I literally run into her–if only that were the last time. It seems destiny wants to torture me.
How am I supposed to move on when I can’t escape her?