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“I. The words “ years” and “starting over” leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

II. Because sometimes find your arms reaching in the middle of the night to dial nine numbers, but never finding the strength to hit the tenth.

III. You realized it probably is more simple for him to begin again with some faceless girl whose simplicity is something you could never give him. He realizes that it’s probably easier for you to be with someone who never hurt you.

IV. And so you drive an hour away in some dumb sundress in a color that you dislike with fake nails that were overpriced. You spend the whole car ride rehearsing “Nice to meet you, I’m _” and wondering if his parents will think you’re pretty enough. Smart enough. Funny enough. You pass by a house just around the corner, where those questions have already been answered.

V. During dinner he asks how many spoonfuls of sugar you would like with your tea. You politely answer three, knowing that there’s only one person who would know that you don’t like drinking tea to begin with.” Starting over is really, really hard….

©Fiori Dalipi