Arcadia

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I wonder what it entails, your moving away, to a part of the city I've never been to, far away from where we've grown up, from the bewildering familiarity of running around in rectangles. It would mean a end to our evening rendezvous, escaping to the ruins of the temple we had secretly resurrected for our own. No more ghost footsteps to match, no more memories to recount at every turn of the road. You will head for a home miles away from mine. So many things will change, so much more than what I had bargained for. I'm getting tired of changes, you know?