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I adored you, once upon a time, when the world was painted in hues of innocence and trust. Your presence was like a comforting breeze, your smile a beacon of warmth that could melt the coldest hearts. We shared moments brimming with laughter and tenderness, woven together with the threads of a beautiful bond. But alas, life has a cruel way of unraveling the most cherished connections.

You just had to change, didn't you? The gradual transformation seeped into every facet of your being, casting shadows upon the brilliance I once admired. Your smile, once genuine and captivating, began to wear a mask of deceit. Its radiance now harbored a hidden agenda, concealing the truth behind a carefully constructed facade. I could no longer trust the sincerity that once danced in your eyes.

And then there was your touch, once tender and reassuring. It used to ignite a spark of comfort deep within me, like the soft caress of a summer breeze against my skin. But as time passed, that touch transformed into something else entirely. It became a weapon of manipulation, leaving behind a trail of scars etched upon my soul. Each contact sent shivers down my spine, no longer from delight, but from the fear of the unknown.

The transformation was subtle, at first, like a ripple on a tranquil pond. But as the waves grew stronger, so did my awareness of the changes in you. It felt as though I was trapped in a twisted labyrinth, desperately searching for the path we once walked together, only to find it swallowed by the darkness of your altered self. I longed for the way things used to be, the innocence we once shared, but it seemed like a distant memory now.

My heart mourned the loss of the person I adored, the one who ignited a flame within me. I yearned for the return of that genuine smile, the touch that offered solace instead of pain. But sometimes, love isn't enough to salvage what has been tainted by change. So, with a heavy heart, I must release my grip on the person you used to be, bidding farewell to the illusions that once held me captive.

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