I imagine things that will never be and things that have been.
Days when it happens, it broods, darkens everything. And there are times when it stays on for a time and makes the weeks pass easier.
I imagined a time and a place, with someone else, anyone else I could picture. I thought of a place, what I would be wearing and how it would play out.
Smiles, maybe one or two.
But what came rushing through my senses was.......
It made me sick.
Like the unimaginable urge to not be there in the same place, the restlesness, feeling so uncomfortable and disgusted.
And I know.
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