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Jan 2015
This is how it starts.
You smile. Mumble some excuse about why you're here.
It's only an excuse. You meant to be there.
He holds the door open, and you walk through.

This is how it starts.
You smile. Remember some inside joke. Tell him, "don't you remember..."
He remembers, and your heart hurts.

This is how it starts.
You smile. Know it's all wrong. Don't care, because it feels right.
It feels right to him, too. It always did.

This is how it starts.
You frown. Your friends tell you stories. Stories you remember.
They're wrong they're wrong they're wrong. They don't understand.
It feels right again. It always did.

This is how it starts.
You frown. There's a blip. You don't tell your friends. They don't need to know.
It feels right again. Doesn't it?

This is how it starts.
You cry. His eyes were on fire. He said words.  Words he swore he never would.
It doesn't feel right again.

This is how it starts.
You cry. You tear up photos. Blast "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together".
It feels wrong again. It always did.

This is how it starts.
But this time it'll end.
Gabrielle EH
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Gabrielle EH  Northeast USA
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