Note to world #1059

I have been practicing the art of not expecting to see you everywhere I go. I have been pretending not to hope I bump into you anywhere random. I have been telling myself the chances of seeing you are less than zero.  I have said out loud that town is a bigger small place than I fear and imagine.

I have been promising myself that I won’t, can’t, don’t worry. And I breathe.

And it all comes true.


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