it

It wasn’t him. It was it. It was spending an evening with someone, arms brushing against each other now and then, on a cool summer night. The rain that never came. The people in the street. My friends and neighbors everywhere. Walking around with someone attractive. Someone next to me. Someone.

It was a one off. Just two people having found themselves in the same space for a few hours. A reminder of what could be and what I used to long for. I didn’t think I wanted it but that has changed. Damn it.

 

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