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I thought meeting up was going to help give closure,
help finalise the carefully packaged feelings in boxes
and store them away...

what I didn't expect, was that it would tear a hole
through everything I had stored away.
To be faced with the reality of letting a good thing go.
An episode I had let slip thinking it was meant to be.

This is why my mother says,
if it's meant to be yours it'll always come back to you

I suppose.
In another reality.