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One of the most tragic, painful feelings in this universe is when you sit in a room alone with a person that two short weeks ago you deftly ran your fingers through their hair and traced your fingertips along the canvas that’s their body. When two weeks ago your thoughts had no filter with them. They flooded out of you without worry. Two weeks ago they told you of the feelings that swarmed their busy brain. When two weeks ago you sat comfortably in silence for hours. But it’s the most dreadful experience when two weeks later you sit in the same room with that same person, and you struggle. You struggle to create conversation. Forced conversation at that. And you’re both uncomfortable, because you both know it’s not the same. But neither of you is willing to say it. When you sit next to the person who you know in and out and who was the person that relaxed you and you are nothing but uneasy. And just want to leave the room. The room where the person that two weeks ago was the only person you wanted to be around when you needed to be alone. When you’re in a room with the person whom you know best and who knows you best and you feel like complete strangers. That’s one of the worst tragedies.

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