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Only Once...

"Sometimes ... when you stand face to face with someone, you cannot see their faces."
That is what happened to me, when I saw myself in the mirror. It was totally steaming in the bathroom and I was expecting to see my face with a smile because I had made an effort with my facial muscles and gotten them in a grinning position. And I got to see nothing because it was all steamed and then I wrote your name on it with my finger and all I could see were two eyes and the greyed hollowed eyes... tired eyes... sore eyes... eyes with anguish. I could not lie to myself and that was the truth. It has been a bad time ever since you moved on, leaving me no hope and no chance. But I think you did well...
I slept through the weekend and life seems a beautiful thing today. The IBM machines are not a delight to work on. They make too much noise and I hate their displays. but their configs are good. I would have loved them more, had you been here. I was talking to a colleague of mine and he got married recently and he has given on all things that we used to do and now he is content listening to us. He smiles and that too, all the time... it hurts to know that someone is happy...
I am ashamed of myself

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