Sometimes I don't look.
It's not because I don't wish to see.
But because I might see and still not do anything.
She sent me an email, mainly just to check that she had the address right. I replied with a note and at the end I truly wrote "I miss you" which I then deleted before I sent it.
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
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