I saw the combed back ponytail that I have noticed on a number of people since you first introduced it to me. What are the odds I thought. That it would really be you. But how could the back view be so familiar too? Looking down to those slippers I knew it was you.
The part of me that reacted instantly to the familiar view was my heart - it skipped a beat. And all I wanted to do next was to catch your attention subtly while keeping my emotions masked so that no one around me would know. I succeeded.
I even managed to steal a few glances of your back view and thought about the tattoo on your back. On how I hate tattoo and yet I find it sexy on you. How I loved to look down at you and at your tattoo dreamily while you sent me on cloud nine.
But I'm not happy. When did we stop talking? When did it become okay to stop texting me?
You used to text me whenever you were near me, no matter the time and no matter what you were engaged in - you would think of me. When did that stop? What happened to the incessant texts you sent every day? When did it become so unbearable to put in that tad bit of effort to continue a decent conversation with me?
I got it. And any fool could have seen it. The interest is gone. I shouldn't have let you in again. Had I just closed the door, I'd have only memories of the best of you and what we had but now you have tainted the memories. And I no longer want you to be part of my memories. Not anymore. Goodbye S, it's time I let it go, let you go.
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