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Last time I saw him, I was afraid. Two and a half years ago. I averted my eyes, and he noticed.

This time, though, I imagine it would be one of those cheesy scenes in movies where we run toward each other. Because those few extra seconds in each other's arms are really that important.

Last time when I left him at the train station, I cried on the walk home. That part's not going to change.

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2010-08-14 @ 10:38 p.m.