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Nothing prepares you for the first moment you see your ex after breaking up. And I mean really seeing them. Not as in noticing them from across the parking lot or passing them in your truck. I mean when you walk right near them and your eyes meet and then you have to remind yourself and persuade yourself to keep walking. Look away. Keep going. Don't stop. Not again. When you have to make it seem like you're 110% completely and utterly fine without them so you throw on an awkward hi how are you type smile and then you walk right by them.  Isn't it hard to believe that just a few weeks or months ago that was the person you stayed up late on the phone with because their voice gave you comfort before night time. Isn't it 
Crazy how you still know everything about them yet you're perfect strangers. Isn't it crazy how I'm on my way home and I'm thinking all of this through and wondering about seeing you and how much I hope it hurt you to see me. But I know not in my heart but I know with my brain, you looked at me and looked away because it doesn't hurt you like you hurt me. No matter how ready I thought I was or how over you I pretended to be, every single wall and cement block I built it with came crumbling down the very second those stupid brown eyes met mine.