I'm not supposed to love her.

I've told everyone that I've moved on, that I'm just a friend now. I took down the photographs, deleted the files... and for a while I actually thought I had forgotten her.

But four days ago, I was only twenty miles away from her. Somehow, knowing this triggered a relapse of the most potent kind. I realized I still love her, no matter what I try to trick myself into believing.


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08:30:10 AM