By Brian Maycock
I see you everywhere.
The bar, where our first date ended so badly when you told me you had started seeing your ex again. And how lovely I was, and how our friendship meant so much to you.
Turned out it wasn’t even a date, I realized, as I returned to the small apartment which never felt so drained of life as it did that night.
The park, where a few months later you rested your head on my shoulder, and my skin burnt and I wanted to put my arm around you, but held back.
The street where you live. Walking down it at 3 a.m., my heart beating like crazy.
I see you, and it is impossible to see anything else.
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