Even after all this time there was still a part of her hoping that one day their paths might cross again. They had become disengaged, drifted apart – almost lost – rather than consciously breaking away in any emotional sense, so she never really knew exactly where she had stood. Although it was too late now, she felt the need to understand what he had felt for her, what might have been possible between them.
She hated the word ‘if’; it was diseased, cancerous – especially when applied in a self-inflicted fashion to one’s own past – yet it haunted her always.
25th April, 2017 – 99 words
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