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When The Door Opens, I Realize That The Only Thing Worse Than Waiting Is The Moment You Realize A Decision Has Been Made.

How Do You Tell Someone That You Weren't The Person He Thought You Were? And More Importantly, How Did You Tell Him That You'd Meant The Things You'd Said, When Everything Else About You Turned Out To Be A Lie.

It Is Strange To Think That We Might Have Crossed Paths, And Still Not Have Known What We Were Missing.

History Could Hover, Like A Faint Perfume Or A Memory Stamped On The Back Of One's Eyelids.

Sometimes It Made Her Want To Put Her Fist Through Glass; Other Times, It Made Her Cry A River.