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  • So he called.
    He ran into his ex on saturday.
    The man was celebrating a football win.
    She was on a hen-night.
    They talked all night.
    They realised that they are still in love with each other.

    He told me this on Sunday afternoon.

    I am not angry.
    I am not even upset.
    How can I be?
    Two people are in love with each other.
    Love is a precious thing.
    Something that is so hard to find,
    but makes fireworks,
    tastes of sweet honey,
    shimmers like gold.

    I am pleased they have found it,
    because it shows that it exists.
    He is amazing and she is lucky.
    They both are.

    For me, I'll wait for tomorrow,
    maybe next week.
    At least I know its out there.
    Somewhere.
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