Nine years later
Push yourself. That's all I'd repeat as I strained myself to run harder and faster down non crowded suburban blocks. Four years of high school track and mild jogging during college had prepared me for the familiar ache I began to feel in my calves and shins. Part of me enjoyed the distraction. At moments like these I didn't have to worry about my troublesome clients or ever incessant PA bugging me about deadlines or meetings. When I ran it was just me.
Of course, there was always something, or rather someone, lurking at the back of my thoughts. Vane. My first everything. I constantly tell myself that I'm over him, but at times like this I wonder if I actually am.
Looking back, I did all I could. We tried the long distance thing, but I could feel him pulling away from me. So before I could get hurt, I recommended us to end things. Ugh.. Recommended. I sound like one of those robot 'relationship experts' . Truth be told there isn't a day that goes by that I don't thing about him...
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