Why does this continue to weigh heavy on my soul? It was a burden in itself, but now the burden is the guilt I carry along with me each day.
I could not let the flower bloom. It would have become a weed, sucking the life from her, from myself. A constant reminder of the empty garden.
One day I hope she will see the truth and know it was for the best. But not right now. There are still some secrets that must remain just that.
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