From My Best Friend; regardless of what she thinks of me, of us.
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Two mornings ago.
I’ve a question for you… Since we won’t be seeing each other for some time now, might as well…
Sure, what is it?
Okay, it’s a simple question; a yes-or-no question.
Okay.
Pause.
Do you want to be together with me or not?
Silence.
Not now.
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I hate wishful thinking of memories in faulty records of my mind.
How my heart remembers.
Wow.