Ego

'of course I have moved on. of course I don't care..."

And yet these words sounded so hollow in her head.
No she was not as paranoid as she always joked she was.
But yes she did have an ego that she claimed she didn't have.
The realization of this fact brought her face to face with the uncomfortable truth - she didn't know herself at all. She knew bits and pieces. But not the whole picture.

Her memories of the ill fated night and words she shouldn't have read, regularly gave her invisible slaps. Slaps that left marks only she could see.

But some things are worth second chances, she repeated in her head and received a nod from her heart.

For now she will bear the burn of the slaps of her memories hoping that time will bring her evidence that her choice was the right one.

'I may have an ego', she said, 'but the ego is not the master of me, rather it is my slave.'