I saw her walk in and my heart felt like it was pierced through, all over again.
She had the same eyes, the same smile, the same everything as the girl who my life revolved around when I was younger. The girl I spent my days with on the phone, if not over at her place. We had plans, great plans - migrating to UK together, being one of them.
Couldn't look, couldn't cry.
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