Saturday, November 14, 2015

A Year Later

When I told you, "I'll get over it," I didn't think you'd become even more distant. In fact, I was hoping you'll help me out of it. Is that too much? I mean, you're a big reason why there's something to get over with, in the first place.

It has been a year since you sent me your resume so I could proofread it. Today, you couldn't even send me a text. You did, only after I asked where you were.

It's crazy how much change a year can do. Exactly the same period last year, I was the happiest. I was out of a job, but I was so damn cheerful. Because of you. Now, I can't even remember how many times I've broken down to tears within the last 24 hours or so. Because of you. And because of me too.

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