March 2011
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She was sitting at a small table by the window. It wouldn’t be for another half hour before the person she had to meet was going to show up. She was gazing out the window.
Then she saw him. He exited a door beside the cafe she was sitting in and was walking across her plane of horizon. It had been four months, and he looked exactly the same as she remembered him.
It was like she was...
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It’s this vicious compulsion to find out. It’ll upset me, but I can’t stop checking. Unjustifiable and incontrollable. Maybe I’m looking for the ultimate closure. Or maybe I’m waiting to be reassured that this was the way it was meant to be.