I type your name into space.

A multitude of emotions follow.

I want to see what you’re up to, but I pray that you aren’t up to no good.

Chances are non-existent that my search will retrieve a positive story.

Instead I get to relive past disappointments.

As long as they are in the past they provide a sense of relief.  

Nothing new…no new worry.

I can swallow and take a breath again, and take on my cold hearted demeanor once again.

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