She knew I loved her, but she was not mine.
I wasn't her type, she needed someone else, she liked me as a friend, all those cliches.
And that was okay. It hurt, obviously, but I wasn't one of those sad assholes who expected a relationship or blamed women for not wanting me. I accepted her choice, and I moved on.
We lost contact for a while. I moved, she focused on her career, but after a few years we ran into each other in an airport. We caught up.
I knew I loved her before, but I'm unsure why.
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