Mutual debt in A transparent lockbox

In a twisted way, it brings me joy to know that the cut still stings for you, too. I’m not alone in my bitterness. Though you’re the reason for the bitterness, you’re the only other person who seems to understand it. The pain of knowing I meant nothing would’ve been far more severe than knowing that even after years, you still feel something when you look at me, even if that is disdain. I still am something, as are you. I’m typically quite aloof, but I keep thinking about you thinking about me. There’s nothing more I will want from you in this lifetime. We carry the same torch of resentment and loss from our failure, which is enough for me. I know now that this pain I’ve had is not something I carry alone, but it is a mutual debt and that has lifted weight off my shoulders.