I thought I saw you the other day, just across the street
I stopped in my tracks feeling a weird mix of excitement and joy with surprise and resentment. Why didn't you tell me you were coming? Were you here to see me?
Of course it wasn't you.
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i hate when that happens. the flash of The You Ghost. the tumultuous feelings that flash will entail. and i hate the way one cannot shake the feeling afterwards, the way the encounter with the ghost is sitting there like a post-it on the heart.
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