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I was a pompous pretentious asshole...
...and I broke her heart twice. Yes, twice. But here we were today, five years later, at the bank. After cashing my check I was walking towards my car, ready for a nap after a 12hr shift. She tagged along with her mother and was waiting patiently in her mothers car. "Mike!" she exclaims. Although her smile is something I reminisce about, I didn't recognize her. The way she used to bow her head, tilt it sideways and look at me from the top of her eyes, she would blink a couple of times and smile. I melt just thinking about it. She was so real but I fucked it up twice. Yes, twice.
Why are we here? Why did she call my name? Does she actually know that I feel like a total fucking scumbag and every day I regret what I did to her? Does she know the misogynist in me is only because I see no other woman but her?
Here's the real dilemma, I didn't give her any means to get a hold of me and vice-versa.
What do I do?
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