i wish i could say i'm okay. but we're not. is my sadness so tangible that it draws dementors to come and feed on my pain? i still can't set foot on certain places without the memories washing over me. i'm torn between picking up the pieces and walking out of his life.
"love is so short, forgetting so long."
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he was having lunch in the same place i was. i was in a sour mood, but his presence brightened my day. i approached his table and we chatted for a while. i guess that means i buried the hatchet.
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