cleaning precedes leaving i'm sure with all these sad love poems you'd think i'd just pack and jet but there is something about waking in new surroundings alone suddenly unsure if anyone was ever really there before trying to shuffle through the empty thinking things like now had there been an extra toothbrush here? and wasn't there some different clothes? and i could have sworn there'd been quite a few more CD's... and a different kind of beer in the fridge... there's just something about that sudden awareness that everything is now just as it was before... that helps you in the moving on as if a gift from someone who has once also in their life been leftBirth sign: Libra
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