…like the heartache of a thousand broken promises.

…like the realization in that moment when she said, “Don’t ever come back.” you took her at her word.

…like the aroma of French Roast reminds you of the fact that she cheated on you.

…like the overwhelming sense of familiarity you have with the anticipation of fear.

…like the emptiness that began in your heart and eventually settled in your mind.

…like the song that was playing when he took his last breath is now the theme song to a new TV show.

…like the feeling of being unclean no matter how many times you shower.

…like warm salty tears that soothe you to sleep each night.

…like you.

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