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I saw you yesterday with a girl on your arm.

She was so pretty, it hurt. Not the artificial beauty.

The kind that the more you get to know her, the more beautiful she'll become. 

It hurt.

You looked at me, you know.

I saw you. Thinking about me. Remembering the day we met. I saw you scold

    yourself for remembering and tell yourself to forget.

We walked past each other like strangers, and broke the chains of our intertwined

    destinies.

I felt you look back at me.

    You didn't forget, you know.

    I remember you didn't forget.