february 01, 2016

It started getting worse after getting crepes on tuesday. I think it was seeing him in the same place, me in the same place. The sameness of our surroundings and our environment and our situation contrasted heavily with the difference in us — us, being how we interacted, the way we counted how we looked at each other in seconds rather than words, the way we couldn’t remember how to smile. It was as if something was turned off. And with each passing moment I begged and begged and searched and searched in his eyes for a spark of something same. But I found none and left, empty-handed.

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