I have a date tomorrow.
I'm nervous.
I'm second guessing.
I'm sad.
I want it to be you.
I hate that about you.
And it's not.
Thank God it's not.
It's never going to be.
I made certain that it'll never be.
Because it's not meant to be.
And I'm sad this is the way it has to be.
So I'm going on a date tomorrow.
Putting myself out there again.
I'm making the effort.
Our dates were never an effort.
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