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What on earth is up with that? I’d start to think he doesn’t like me, except he expressed a very clear very direct desire to go out again and we have another date lined up for Monday evening. I’d blame the garlic steak at dinner, but we both had some. I am fresh out of things to blame, and actually a little confused.

Are there men out there who wait beyond two dates to kiss a gal? Does it mean something secret that I’m unaware of? Or is this guy just a gentleman amongst a sea of those who were not? Help me out folks, I’m a little lost on this one.
I still think of you. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. Sometimes it sneaks up on me in the night, sometimes in the unexpected bright light of day. It shouldn’t matter anymore, you know. You don’t belong here now. And yet sometimes, there you still are.

Sometimes I let myself daydream about what might have happened. If everything were different, if it had worked out. If we were a we instead of just you and me. But you and me, we’re not those things. We are nothing instead. Sometimes that still makes me sad.

I thought about visiting you. About popping up in your life. About seeing what might happen if we saw each other again. I considered it. I still know how to find you, you know. But I won’t. I understand now. I understand that it was never going to be. I understand that there was nothing I could have said or done. I understand that that ending, that thing I never comprehended… it was always going to be. You told me it wasn’t, but I know you weren’t honest. I bet you know it too. But I’ll never ask.