This is the moment when they all look alike, and your heart starts pounding at the back of every head. That’s him. For a split second you’re sure it must be, but with a turn in your direction you are proved wrong and your pulse momentarily slows. So many warring thoughts run recklessly through your mind. You long for the actual sight of him, yet dread it as well, knowing that with it comes the need for you to deny his love, to kill his hopes. You know very well that this is the thing you hate doing most in the world. You feel like a murderer, awaiting your unaware prey, but you’re killing a part of your own heart too.
You feel sick. So sick. And you can barely breathe, hardly move…….............. there he is.
And afterwards, as he walks away, you sit in the parking lot and cry.
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