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It is raining hard and unforgiving on a Tuesday afternoon. I am sitting on a park bench rubbing my arms because naturally, of all days I decided I would not need a jacket. A little rain never hurt anyone, I know. Today its freezing aggression just happens to make everything a little bit worse. 
 
 The parasite of harsh winters and scalding summers had taken the bench's nutrients - leaving it for dead. I feel a similarity between us as I run my fingers along its dying edges, the tired ripples of the wood feeling all too familiar. How did I get here? 
 
 I feel him as he makes his way to the park bench, but I do not dare look up. Instead, I stare at an ant carrying a crumb twice its size along the cement. I attempt to look up but an instant nervousness forces my eyes to quickly shift back to the ant only to lose it in the blurred tones of the fading evergreens. The park was lonely, and in all of its melancholy I felt strangely comfortable. 
 
 `` Hello, Lea.'' 
 
 I feel my thighs tighten, my heart pound, and my mouth dry. How did I get here? After hesitation, and a quiet breath, I meet his eyes. 
 
 `` Matthew?'' 
 
 I say his name with a slight question as if I am surprised we are meeting today. As if his name had not been an ode to my pleasure and fierce intimacy, the name I gushed to friends about, wreaking with happiness, the name I cried out for after another night terror. 
 
 He takes a seat beside me, and the bench responds in a panicked but tired squeak. I watch his hand take its rightful place on my tensed thigh, and I remember everything. 
 
 I forgive him and love him all over again until I once again am brought back to reality by the finality of a thick, silver band on his finger. A band that only one of us wears.
