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I still like you, R..

When I say I was expecting anything else but to see you that day, I woke up, I had ahead a day with a lot, but to see you was more than that altogether. I drank my coffee with milk, after I pet my dog and I fed her, I took a shower, I had something to eat, I left my place. I met my friends, I saw cinema, I had ice cream, talked more with my friends, I took off to another place, I met another friends, I had wine, I listened to some music, I was happy, I left that place, I texted someone for more plans, I get an answer, I joined them, I headed to places. I met more friends, I danced, I was tired, I went to the car and I SAW you, I almost didn't, my brain was not processing that was you, I looked again and I called your name: "R!" "R!", you looked back, you saw me, you smiled, you talked, you looked exactly like you have always looked, you had exactly the same energy you have always had. Three years have gone by since we last saw each other, you entered a relationship, something I never thought you were able to have. With you all the great memories come along, the date at 3 am to watch the sunrise, the one we saw each other as friends at a garden, the other one we just talked and listened to what we had to say. So many moments, such to hold on to. Life has been playing with us since the beginning. Throughout almost ten years we have dated, been friends, had relationships and in the end everything still remais the same in such a weird energy like the time does not pass by. They say the universe inherently manages the end of relationships by making sure that once two people no longer have any purpose in each other's lives, they never cross paths again. Well we saw each other again, after three years of absence.


                                                                                               See you again in three years.



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