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You and him. Are so similar. Hell, you live under the same roof. Best friends. Sharing a house with 2 other guys. He was my summer fling. A guy who made me feel magical. Showed me a new perspective. And I fell in love with it. And maybe even him. You were in some of our adventures, hiding in the background. His and my adventures carried on. Though I knew they wouldn’t last. And they didn’t. Summer changed to fall, which changed to winter. Where everything dies. And he found a girl. A different girl. Winter changes rapidly to spring. Where things bloom again. And one afternoon, I spotted you. Driving in town. It’s been months. And there you were. At the opposite stoplight. I wasn’t even sure if it was you. But it was. I waved and smiled. Not exactly surprised when you agreed to hang with me the next day after work. At the house that you share, with your bestfriend, who was my summer fling. And this is where history repeats. I meet you. We talk. We laugh. We smoke. We get close. Too close. But I can’t stop. And neither could you. I know this road all too well. Took a ride on it with him. And now I’m taking a ride on it with you.