I was in pain and I cried.
Crying until I was out of breathe.
A brown paper bag might help to get back my breathe.
The lost hurt me. And it still hurts.
I imagined. I was to catch you unexpected.
How would we act? I wondered.
You know what? I would just pretend that I had never known you.
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