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To wander suburban neighborhoods
at dusk down square-cut paved roads with no sidewalks by streetlight in silence with my dog by my side, glancing at the lit windows with drawn curtains speculating over how there were probably groups of people at mealtime inside. Mealtime would be normal to these people of course. And on we would walk in complete silence. At all times of year and in all kinds of weather, since the day we stopped truly knowing each other. It's funny how everything changes overnight. The world has always felt empty
even though it is full of people since
I met you.