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Taylor,

Seahaven.

That explains that.

Remember them? Our favorite band?

Remember when we first listened to Honey bee? Well I never thought this would be the last song we’d listen to. We were on the couch, you took your earphones off and asked me if I remember that song.

We were inches apart on the couch.

And when you asked that, I just nodded and told you that I remember that song clearly.

And you just nodded slowly and put your earphones back again.

I stood up and told you that I needed to go home even though it was just five in the afternoon. You didn’t ask any more questions, you just nodded and told me you’ll be seeing me again next time.

That night, you called me up and told me,

“You know, we’re both honey bees.”

I told you yes, we both are. And we said goodbye to each other and hung up.

I considered myself a coward after that because I didn’t try to fix the problem even though I know that it can still be fixed.

I’m a fucking coward, I know.

And I’m sorry.

-Matt

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