Our long, tight hugs eventually became brief sloppy embraces. Our hourly conversations became periodical “how are you’s.” Our hands no longer fit each other’s like perfect jigsaw pieces. I don’t know what the hell happened, but the sparks have turned to dust quicker than I have ever imagined. But I suppose I’ll see you around though, right?
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