This is the third part of the story and the last... what prompted me to write it? Another turning point in the girl's life... you can imagine how much the memory of that love hurt her, how the tears wouldn't stop flowing when she heard the sad song, how she smelled a scent so similar to Him on the bus... Sometimes it felt like her heart had been torn in half, and it kept bleeding and wouldn't stop. Even though she knew she had to close this chapter of her life, somewhere in her mind, in her dreams, and in her dreams, He and She appeared... together again. She knew she couldn't go on like this, but it wasn't that simple. When someone stirred deeper feelings in her, even if it wasn't love, she couldn't bear the thought of falling in love again. It was a complete abstraction, like a flight into space. For a moment, she truly believed she would never love anyone again... after all, she loved only Him. And so it was for several months—months of pain, anger, despair, hatred, and still unceasing love... Until that day. A friend brought her photos from winter break, when they'd both gone away, wanting to get some rest. And when she held the photo of him in her hand, sitting on her bed, she stared for a long time... looked... stared... it lasted a long time... she felt her thoughts swirl, her emotions searching for the right place, and her heart... wasn't beating any faster. And just like when he'd left her alone last night, she understood so much now. She understood that she had to thank him, even though he'd hurt her so deeply. Thank him, but for what? For ripping out her heart that night, killing her soul, making her feel only pain... until recently, she'd thought that when she saw the photo of the face she loved more than anything in the world, she'd be even more broken, unable to live, and there would be only emptiness. And so unexpectedly, she felt a genuine smile appear on her face in that coin, her heart no longer bleeding, and she felt immense gratitude, for that night He had killed this love. Yes, Grzesiu, thank you for teaching me to love, for loving you with all my heart, and for knowing at the right moment to kill me... to kill me so that I could be born again.
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