A Moment (in the coffeeshop)

Once when I told her that I was going away, she began to cry for me. Sitting at the table, she dabbed the edges of her eyes with a crumpled tissue and laughed embarrassedly and said she was so happy for me.

And I knew then the love of those who love as if you are theirs.

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