<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Homemade Apple"><span style="font-size: 22px">Strangers Again</span></span>​</div><div style="margin: auto; overflow: visible; max-width: 60%; font-family: Bookman; text-align: justify"><br/>
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</div>It’s funny how life worked; the way someone can enter a person’s life and leave pieces of themselves before leaving to become strangers again. Human beings always wanted somewhere to belong, somewhere to call home and have a person understand them completely. Human interactions were what people thrived for; they searched for something within another for various reasons. The bustling crowd in Paris reflected the thoughts that were swarming in her mind. Despite the cold winter weather, her heart longed for something familiar—something that would embrace her with open, loving arms. Sitting on the bench with her new souvenirs, she couldn’t help but stare at the people before her. She traveled miles away just to escape the memories that constantly seem to haunt her. His face and his antics followed her everywhere; he was tied to her soul and there was nothing she could do about it. Camilla thought she was able to say goodbye to her ex-boyfriend after breaking up with him, but the lingering emotions and memories became pesky reminders that perhaps she was not ready to say goodbye.<br/>
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The way her heart skipped a beat and caught up in her throat when she thought she saw him in the crowd—it spoke volumes of how she had missed him. It was uncanny; the breakup seemed like the best course of action for her and yet here she was missing a ghost. The cold air brushed up against her cheeks as they continued to flush a rosy pink hue. Her mind raced with different scenarios as her heart clung to the feelings that seemed to run deep into her bones. If she saw him in Paris, what would she say? Would she truthfully admit that he was missed? Or would she coldly recoil from any warmth she felt for him and keep the distance between them as far as possible? It was hard to say as there were plenty of mixed emotions playing with her heartstrings. Camilla shook her head as the noisy crowd came back into her surroundings and reality slowly broke her daydreams. It was years after they broke up and part of her knew that he had already moved on. It didn’t make sense to yearn for him when she was the one who initiated their breakup. Chuckling to herself, she hid the pain of what could have been between them.<br/>
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Standing up from the bench, she gave herself a reassuring hug as her hands rubbed against her arms. The bitter cold nipped at her exposed skin as the night continued to snow down the skies of Europe. <b>“Time to go home,”</b> she whispered to herself as she checked her surroundings before heading back to her hotel. She needed more time—more time to forget what he had meant to her. Sharing years and building memories with a special someone doesn’t necessarily go away in a couple months or even several years. Sometimes, the heart clings onto the memories a little longer than normal; because it’s hard to let someone go when she thought he would be her forever and always.<br/>
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</div>Last night was something special and she wasn’t sure what triggered the memories of her ex-boyfriend all of a sudden. She was doing fine without him when she arrived in Europe and now, it seemed that her feelings for him were now resurfacing. She pushed the thoughts aside as she knew she had to start her day with caffeine. There was a cute little café near her hotel that served all kinds of treats. Rounding the corner, she entered the double doors only to find a long line to greet her. She had forgotten that locals also favored this café among tourists. Standing in line, she smoothed out her satin blouse and made sure that she didn’t have a wardrobe malfunction. Pressing her lips together, she looked at the menu up ahead and wondered what she would get this time. Perhaps something new to start her day with or something familiar. She decided between two items as her eyes shifted their attention on something else. It was like déjà vu all over again; a man’s head was in line of sight and she felt a tug of familiarity drawing in her heartstrings. Shaking her head softly, she didn’t want her mind to play tricks on her again.<br/>
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Removing all notions that the man had a great familiarity to her ex-boyfriend, she tried to keep her attention on the pace of the line as well as the goodies that were on display. Today was a toss-up day where she didn’t have anything planned. Camilla thought to explore the city at random; wherever her feet took her would be where she would end up. It was also a way to have her fall in love with the city again and forget about the man that broke her heart. Sighing, she nibbled on her bottom lip as she was in thought about her breakfast choices. She wanted something filling, but easy to take with her when she strolled down the streets. She did her best to keep her eyes forward, but they only widened in surprise when the man in question turned his head to give her a good look at his profile. <b>“That’s not possible,”</b> she whispered to herself as the doubts in her mind continued to internally scream at her that there was a chance that the person could definitely be her ex. After all these years, why was fate playing a cruel game?<br/>
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