The first time Kevin and Karen Hart saw me again, they didn’t recognize me.
That is the particular cruelty of abandonment. The person left behind spends a lifetime carrying the moment like a stone worn smooth in the pocket, turning it over without meaning to, while the people who did the leaving treat it like a receipt they tossed years ago without bothering to read. They don’t carry it because for them there was nothing to carry. They simply walked away, and the walking was easy, and the ease is the thing you eventually have to make your peace with.
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