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08.18.01 - 5:13 pm

It took me a few minutes to realize she was breaking up with me.

She invited me out for coffee and we strolled about the neighborhood until we found a quiet bench in a sunny garden.

Listening to the words as she danced around the subject, I almost forgot that she was talking about "us", but the realization eventually creeped in. Her reasons were all justified and logical, and we end up where we began: as friends.

She told me that I am the right person at the wrong time...

which is exactly how I feel about my life right now.

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