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I saw her last night for the first time since before we broke up, the last real time I saw her. I said things last night that I ached to say to somebody, but I "know" the words weren't meant for her. They were meant for someone who deserved them, and it hurt to think I could say them so easily to someone entirely out of megalomania and fear. The anchor, the harpoon. Perhaps I should feel relieved I said them aloud in a place nobody would ever hear them, no chance of eavesdropping.
Latent news: we broke up. I think we both knew it wouldn't last. She moved to DC, I moved to NY, and despite the pleasure we took in each other's company, we both were aware of our incompetence when it comes to long distance "whatever".
You're a cruel opponent sometimes, and when I stare into the mirror, if only I could see you behind my eyes just once. Then, I would know you... or perhaps not.
Latent news: we broke up. I think we both knew it wouldn't last. She moved to DC, I moved to NY, and despite the pleasure we took in each other's company, we both were aware of our incompetence when it comes to long distance "whatever".
You're a cruel opponent sometimes, and when I stare into the mirror, if only I could see you behind my eyes just once. Then, I would know you... or perhaps not.