Their love was like a mirror, slowly revealing everything they tried to keep hidden. As time passed, the reflection sharpened, exposing every flaw, every weakness. She saw her scars and embraced them, hoping he would, too. But the love he offered wasn’t what she longed for, and the love she gave wasn’t what he needed. With every passing day, it became clearer—they were reflections of two different worlds. In the end, there was no anger, no blame. Just a quiet moment of gratitude as she whispered a silent thank you—one last time.