We’re still talking… I so badly want to believe that this means something– how much I can’t get you out of my head. How quickly the feelings come rushing back after a year– a year now– of trying to “get over” them. However it falls out, talking to you is still so easy, so real. Even after all this time, a year of uncertainty, of frustration, and resignation. We’re still so easy. It’s hard to wrap my head around that and believe we’re meant to be strangers at the end of it.

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