i should've noticed it. "single" was spelt "snigle" in my previous post - and i hadn't noticed.
it might've been a sign, but a day after proclaiming singlehood's fantastic and wonderful i'm back at home, struck suddenly by heartache and a clawing need to know if he's thought of me, if his thoughts drift back to me the way mine do him.
well well well. what do you know - eating my words just one day later, humbled by a keen understanding of the fact that i still love him.
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