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2007-09-25 - 12:45 p.m.

Keep in mind this is the first thing I've tried writing in a while, so it'll suck for a bit.

Fake:

You see him out of the corner of your eye as you're turning away from the counter, but you don't recognize him until you face him.

The first thing you think is that he looks old. Old and happy. Those wrinkles he had around his eyes when he smiled are deeper and longer.

You think this and then you find everything in you stopping. It is him. The boy you left.

The last time you saw him he was walking to his car, leaving your house. You had just told him to never talk to you again. To leave you alone.

He was stuck. Going nowhere, unhappy, waiting. You knew that. You knew he needed a change. So you removed himself. Left him thinking that you had stopped loving him.

That was never the case.

You had kept track of him through friends. Heard he quit his job, moved away. When you heard he was dating again, you stopped asking.

You moved on. Dated guys who were good and kind and funny but never good and kind and funny enough.

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