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last night i dreamt that i was standing in a driveway (megan's driveway, actually) cutting up a sweater and an ugly beat up car pulled up on the street. it started slowing down while it was still quite a distance away, so by the time it reached me, it was crawling. i looked in, and it was you. you looked at me, i looked at you, and you smiled. i tried to step back, you started to drive away, but i just took indecisive steps, trying to make myself just walk away. you very slowly started to drive away, as if you werent certain as to whether or not that was actually what you were doing. when you were gone, i started to walk down the street to go home. in an instant, i swung my arms up in the air in resignation and turned around to follow you and find you. you had turned around too, and i saw your car in on the street perpindicular to the one i was walking on. i couldnt help but laugh at the silly things we do, the way we always come back to one another. like its undeniable. but as your car approached the spot where the two streets met, you slowed down and looked at me, i looked at you, and you kept driving, leaving me standing in the middle of the street. it was as though it all led up to that decisive moment, where i thought you were going to turn and come be with me but you kept going. you were gone. and i was alone.