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i was in a little coffee shop on some distant faraway dreamy boulevard where it was always sunset time and i was having my cappuccino and munching on my napkin when suddenly something got me to look up and i saw you walk past the window, you were happy [at least, you looked happy] you were walking with someone else and you both were laughing and i had to pause and just sit for a moment– you passed the window in a flash and i was left with the aftershock. there was no sound (for once), just a dismal blurred agony of silence. i spilled my cappuccino, ran to the nearest trashcan, and puked. since then i’ve been afraid of ever seeing you again (via broken-bell)