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Madness

Your actions and even your words fully explained why. 
I understood. 
Words spoken over and over again.
It was hard to tell if I was being stubborn or you were simply trying to convince yourself.
Nonetheless, they were spoken into the universe. 
The universe agreed. 
You left. 
You were gone, frankly you were supposed to stay gone. 
But the universe forgot to sever the emotional attachments. The ones you were hiding. The ones I openly and wholeheartedly showed.
Familiar smells, old conversations, sweet familiar feelings. They can't be buried because you keep coming back. You come back and leave with the reminder that this will never work. You are not the one. I am not the one. 
This time, I hope you stay gone. I hope that the resistance will be sufficient to ward off future contact. 
I get it, you get it and so does the universe. 
But, 
Will our hearts?

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