is this the wrong kind of love or the wrong kind of faith?

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today, i sat on the bus seat right next to mr. gunderson's. i confess that i looked at him through the driver's rear view mirror and marveled at small things.






and today i also realized that since i haven't been friends with a certain someone, he's changed so, so much. it's been over a year now, i think, and after at least 365 days of not being on speaking terms, we've started to hesitate, gravitate, speak. it scared me at first since i think that i always held the idea of being friends with him again in the back of my head. i think that i always secretly wanted to go back to that.
but i think i let go of that today. it felt very natural, as if i had allowed excess weight to leave me. even if the chance was offered, i don't think i would take it.








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