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Someday You’ll Know
In That Haze — No12 (Micro)
As soon as I met Adrian, I knew he would leave me.
It was as simple as that.
I saw the end before we had begun.
Someone like him — wonderful, witty, smart, handsome — couldn’t be meant for a person like me. But it wasn’t my insecurities that spoke of these things. Nor was it a roving eye on his part.
No.
I saw it in a dream, as simple as that.
I met him in a dream, and I saw our goodbyes in a dream.
Before these things had even happened.
They were as inevitable as the someday happening of the sun burning out just like millions of stars have done across the universe.
Every kiss, every touch, every meeting and retreat — all of them were colored by the fact that one day he would leave me.
Sorrow ruled the hour every single day.
“Maddie,” he said to me one day, “why do you always look so sad?”
And all I could do was run my fingers down his cheek. “Adrian, you know I love you, don’t you?”
He laughed. “What kind of question is that?” he asked, leaning into my touch. “Of course I know. Every single day, I know.”
