I never saw him at the beach again.
One time.
Our paths crossed at the beach one measly time.
But the world is still good.
It was revealed that he lived in my neighborhood.
And I rejoiced.
So while we never saw each other at the beach, we saw each other at home. Driving past each other, we'd always honk and grin. If I was on a walk with my dog, he'd bolt out of his house to join me. Although, he might've been doing it because he loved dogs, not me.
I mean, it was obviously for the dog.
He clearly never loved me.
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