Why do we like to let people slip through our fingers? And we don't even put up a fight to get them back.
I saw you even before got up the escalator, that's why I turned away. I don't want to be reminded of my mistake when I look at you, it's like neon signs glaring right straight at me. One of us turns away to pretend something between us never existed. Because, being friends, don't work.
That's why.
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