It was back then. Not too long ago but enough that I have to scratch around for any remnants of the sweetness. Dig. She made the smallest gesture toward me on the Internet. Added me on the email site a couple weeks after telling me she was through. As she cried in her sublet bedroom. Maybe it was an accident. I don't know. Are there ever any accidents with two hearts. Or are those organs purposeful even while seemingly oblivious. Cuz then months later she got in touch. And I pretended like she couldn't hurt me.
