Today I saw you, again.
I tried to ignore you the most I could, by not high-fiving your hand, doing a fist bump nor hugging you.
May I tell you, it was hard not to fall into temptation.
You asked me what you did wrong, I was going to tell you, but we did not have time. So, I responded with a simple sentence, "If I told you, I would never end." That probably didn't hurt you, as much as it did to me, yet you didn't know what I was talking about, so you asked me again.
I grabbed my stuff, and I said I was leaving—it was no lie, the bus I travel in was parking along the rest. You were leaving as well, so I decided to start walking, you then went behind me and said you're typical phrase—"I love you, too."
I know you did not mean it, so I paid no attention and with my foot on the bus step, I said, "Farewell, my friend."
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Sent, November 28th, 2015 at 7:27PM.
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Unreachable Love
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