I met you again at the bar, one night before new year's eve.
I was shocked at first, but then remembered how much I have grown since we met, and I calmed down.
And our dance started again.
You coming closer, the room between us, you talking, my friends with yours.
All the same, but then I realized that the invisible bond between us had been lifted, and I could move freely, happy to have left behind the time when I missed you so much I could have screamed.
I felt safe, full of peace and love from a distance.
I felt free.
I want to see you again, you said, and I hesitated. Am I making a mistake?
Of course not, my friends said, there are no second chances.
And I hugged you, before we were leaving, and you didn't let go as you used to do.
And I didn't let go as I used to do.
And suddenly I remembered how we have been together, your back familiar under my hands,
and the wave of yearning rolled over me and crushed me to the ground.
Somehow I made it out of there.
And since that night I am wondering, was it a mistake to leave?
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