The sky was a perfect kind of purple as you stood across the street from me. And I thought of the boy who broke you. And I thought of the subsequent boys who fought over the broken pieces of you, taking what they want, leaving few remains.
And I smile across the street to you, thinking that I lost you when you lost you. You lost you, and I lost my best friend. But it seems a fair trade for you, to lose me, because at least you still have you again. Put yourself back together again. When no one thought you could. When no one thought you would.
And we’re standing in the middle of an old college town, and you’re across the street from me, a reminder to both you and me, that even the lost get found.
And you give a wave, but we don’t agree to…
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