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three hundred and sixty five days ago. exactly. in the exact same place. watching the exact same people. feeling totally and completely different. it was the start of the shatter. when the crack in the windshield was just a crack, before it was little pieces of glass scattered all over the inside of your car.

you dont remember, im sure. but i remember. how that hot nervous heat took over my body when i read those words on the small black screen. i can feel it now. the pounding in my temples. the inability to focus. the people blurred from excessive water build up in my eyes. the words that kept me sitting on the curb, watching the people dance bye.

and i find it very ironic, that three hundred and sixty five days later, i gather something totally different, from someone totally different. these two separate existences that are so completely different that they are in face the same person all together. the constant battle is over, and no one has won.

but i must say that it put a smile on my face. the writing on the little black screen. there was no heat, no pounding, no inability. just hope. hope for you, hope for me. three hundred and sixty five days of distress. day in and day out, i remember every moment. every gesture.

but now there's hope. i think. i hope there's hope? maybe.