You were meant to be forever, your heart glued to mine, our souls intertwined. But now, instead of my heart being doubled, beating in tandem with yours, its shattered pieces shred my weary soul, leaving me torn, broken, halved. And yet, even now, though I know I will never recover from this, that your very essence will forever be tattooed on my brittle bones, I do not regret my choice. I will never regret my choice, just as I will never truly regret you. I understand now, in a way the undamaged woman in me never could, that sometimes the bravest thing you can do, is to rip your own soul into two.