He is not a bad person for not being in love with me anymore. 
To say it out loud.
To mean it.
To know it, true as a toothache.
To remember how badly I wanted to have it back, your love.
How hard I fought.

But in the end, how even I knew.
Like how trees know to let go of their leaves, that nothing can stop the winter.

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