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I am not sentimental. I do not wish for another glance from shaded eyes. I do not wish for warm hands on my back. It would be lovely to have them and know they are lovely. Can it not be simple? I feel my mind tangling as I try to figure out the correct way to look in your direction. This is not me trying to dodge pain. Blame crosses my mind and darts away for it has no place now.

I have not tried to work it out.