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Exasperation, pity and slight irritation.

They were written on H’s face when I mentioned K the other day. She averted her eyes but her expression wasn’t lost to me.

With a quiet sigh, she said that getting back together depends on both parties.

And she’s right.

I love K. K made it clear that getting back together was unlikely. So I let it go. It is that simple.

I declared my hopes because I wanted to acknowledge my feelings. It’s the least I could do after suppressing it and arguing with myself about it for so long.