i was cleaning out my portable hard drive and i found something that i wrote over a year ago dwelling on a breakup that happened a year before that. i have no idea what has inspired me to post it.
Copy, Paste, and here you have it:
I will never forget the day i broke up with my ex girlfriend. It was the kind of thing you knew it was coming, nothing you did wrong but you knew that it was going to happen the next time you saw her face to face. We went to the Musuem of Natural History and boy was it awkward. She was perfect at pretending that everything was fine but body language cannot lie.
We didnt break up at the Museum, but the coffee shop a few blocks south. Nice spot, hot coffee, good croissant, and thats when she unchained the elephant in the room. It was erie how i knew in advance the things she told me. Trufully our relationship should have never began and went as far as it did. Thats another subject. (i had dejavu that i was writing this just as i am writing this)
We walked down from 72 street or so to columbus circle. I was silent the whole time, i had already asked the average questions pertaining to the break up, pretending that i could salvage it. I was searching for some loophole where i could say ah ha, you can be with me. I walked her to the edge of central park east where she was meeting her friend. I even stepped on 5th ave for a min before i headed back west. I hugged her, crushed and defeated. Smiled at her friend and said have a good time.
I walked down Broadway and around midtown, singing a song to myself. I dont remember how i got it but i had a barcode sticker that i stuck on my wallet to remember that night and i believe its still there. Why would i want to remember a break up? Why would i be writing about another break up while im in the middle of a break up?
I caught the train back to my apartment, silently people watching on the subway. I took a nap, like u usually do. Watched a movie and called it a night.
The next morning i went to work kinda sad, telling good coworker friends what happened. By noon i bumped into a complete stranger. She had a wonderful smile. I smirked, said that clever thing, got her number.
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