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One year ago, today, I lived. Today was the day our lives intertwined. It was the day I sat front row at that show as you got called onto that stage. You walked on, guitar in hands. Your name sounded familiar; I did remember you being mentioned a few times awhile back. “Oh, so that’s him.” As you were performing, you made eye contact with me, and we shared one moment to ourselves just looking at each other. That’s when I knew everything would change. Complete strangers back then, and now look—we’re great friends. We talk all the time, and I fall for eery little word you say. But I came too late. I hope you’re happy with your girlfriend.
Just remember that day, one year ago, when we looked into each others’ eyes.
