I thought I could handle something like this an impromptu run in. His head is bent over a cardboard box of CD‘s and as he turns to look at something over his shoulder, I catch a glimpse of his offbeat nose. Clenching my fists I march back to the window. The sharp tingle of agitation crawls up my fingertips. I start to leave and I am almost across the street and to my car when my feet fail me. I want to watch the hate surface in his eyes. I suck sticky air into my lungs and try to rein in my sloppy emotions. His parting words to me were a warning to stay away. It has been three years since the last time I saw him. My heart tries to punch its way out of my chest and all I can do is stand and watch him. His names rolls around my head like a barbed ball, slicing open feelings that have long since become scar tissue. He’s a hundred yards from where I stand, flipping through old records. I see one of them now a survivor of my tainted, acrid love. Not intentionally…not unintentionally either. I am Olivia Kaspen, and if I love something I rip it from my life.
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