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Once every couple of days, I'll wonder where the past 40 days have gone, and when they came and what I did with them, and why so much has changed.
I am on top of the game, so accomplished and fulfilled in it, having ended up with the good end of this deal; you, you have ended up with the shit. I stand triumphant and happy; you have been stepped on and abused.
Every couple of days I look over at my new partner, this new human being who I now call my love, and wonder what has changed in the last month and a half that has let this moment come to pass - this moment in which I look beside me and see a brand new person where you sat only a few months ago. It is with a sudden awakening, and a melancholy pondering, that I wonder at this evolution.
Who is this person beside me now? Have I really come so far so fast? And mostly, every couple of days, what has become of you, and the you&me that you and I once were?
It's a curious observation, slightly amusing even, to see an entirely different person in this role of lover, friend and confidant.
And then a second later, I wonder if feeling slightly amused should make me guilty.
And then I do.
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