Almost

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I swore I could never hate you,
And to this day and moment it's still true.
But when you let me leave like that,
With a sob caught in my throat and shaking hands.
When I rushed to the door and hit a desk on my way out.
All you did was watch.
All I needed was you to chase after me and tell me that you still cared. That this hurt you too.
But as always you were too calm and too detached.
Someone else chased after me.
Someone I barely knew caught my arm in the hallway and led me to their car.
Someone else let me cry into their shoulder.
Someone else laughed with me at that hiccup I make when I cry too hard.
Someone else pushed my hair away from my tear stained face.
Someone else cared.
And I was so close to hating you in that moment because I still wanted that someone to be you.

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