You once said, how can a person who cheats feel guilty - he will only find fault with his lover, blaming every rift on the other person's flaws. Later, you really lived out your own prophecy: the person in the mirror was speaking the sharpest criticism in the gentlest tone. It turns out that guilt is not absence, but being dismantled into countless thorns, one by one, piercing back into the chest that I vowed to do in the first place.
