I went to get the movie tickets for American Pie today with C. That's when I realised that... It's 21 on Saturday.
That would have been 6.11.
:)
Was thinking about that whilst walking home and feeling my footsteps go heavier and heavier.
It's strange how we manage to function with normal lives when we once made plans to grow old together.
It's strange how after the break up, after having spent months building normality, when it hits, it still hits bullseye in the guts, right where it takes your breath away.
Do you feel the same sometimes?
Or has life sailed well, with nary a ripple?
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