I never thought, one day, I would not remember and not have you to ask exactly how it went, how it happened again
How you saw me – somewhere – I can’t remember
And you called me for a ride home
And you were at a party across the street from the apartment we briefly shared
Until I did the worst thing you can do to someone you love, and I found myself doing it with you to someone else I loved, answering your call in the middle of the night, picking you up so late that it was bright by the time we got to your mom’s house and she was out of town so I came in and you made me breakfast and I sat at your table, the dog at my feet, and you tinkered around in the kitchen and the cat skulked across the cold tile floor and the fresh dawn light made it all very clear how nice things could have been and how nice they would never be.

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