He was coming to see me, and I was nervous. I was not nervous the way I was the first time he visited, but it sat there, high in my stomach. It was the anxiety that came from uncertainty. Because all this time I have never been able to let go of another. This other one I could not have. In my mind flashes of him and I breaking things off replay, like an old movie. But the question remained. Was this the future I feared or hoped for?
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