the memory of his words

The memory of his words blaze and incinerate a brand in my heart. "It doesn't matter how long we stay together because we are growing with each other right now. The gifts you give to me and that I give to you will last the rest of our lives, that say you'll always be a part of me and I'll always be a part of you." Something like that. They seemed so positive, warm, life-affirming at the the time. Now scars seething tar into the cogs of my compassion, grinding their machinations to a halt.