For a moment the distance stirs a craving inside this pit of empty. And then he delivers a message across the screen, a burst of molten frustration searing its mark into the landscape of my thoughts. These pictures of him float around in ripped pieces as I remember the girl who once made me feel something.

You’re not what I wanted, I want to say. But I’m tired, and he meets my unfocused gaze head on.

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