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I shouldn’t be. You have no place here.

I wonder how you are, who you’re with, and what you’re doing? If you’re smiling at this very moment. I wonder what’s in your hands. I wonder how it would feel to be the passenger of your life, looking over at you while you drive. I wonder what your bad habits are and how it would be to confront you about them.

Maybe in another world, I would know.

But in this one, you don’t belong. I shouldn’t think of you. Part of me wonders if I am curious for answers just to scratch that lingering itch for “what if”. Another part of me knows I don’t care for you in this life. That life, is past. I’ll never see you the same. I will never want you. But worst of all, I will never need you again. 

As much of a blessing as it should be,