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You fly to japan for a month. The trip you invited me to after you told me you loved me, then uninvited me the next day because you weren't sure. 

You left my wine and books on my desk, with a love heart lollie - another degree of finality (I still think you're sick).

4 weeks of not seeing you around the office. The wound will get better because it won't be pressed on for 4 whole weeks. 

When you come back, you'll be just somebody that I used to know. 

And perhaps I'll be more kind hearted in my dissapointed thoughts about you.