where do i begin

doesn’t it start with
exchanged letters from 7 years ago —– letters you still keep in your photo album
stolen glances across auditoriums
feeling that
this is mine, all mine
years from then
you realise
this is the girl you first fell in love with
this was the last girl you think you actually loved
now that girl
walks past you
without recognizing you
isn’t there something?
about looking at her photos from a computer screen to seeing her again in person
7 years
is a long time

you look better in person


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