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Nostalgia dropped by today, A sudden knock on my door at midnight I wasn't dressed I wasn't prepared I was startled  I was even afraid to an extent Who might it be at this hour, I wondered I mustered all the courage I could Stepped out of my bed, Stepped out of my comfort zone, As I walked towards the door, Seconds felt like hours Reached for the doorknob and looked through the peephole My stomach churned and knees wobbled I recognized the face almost instantly  The familiarity was uncanny I took a deep breath and pulled the door open  Strong winds gushed in and hit my face Memories gushed in and hit me in the gut At a pace faster than in Formula One I felt the ground shift under my feet I felt almost powerless Another gush of wind and memories  He steps inside and approaches me, uninvited Draws me closer and wraps me in his embrace His body pressed against mine as he plants a kiss on my cheek ...

Am I over him yet? Maybe. Yes. I think so. Yes. No. Maybe. Let's see.  Every time my phone beeps, my heart skips a beat in the hope that it might be him.  Every time my phone rings, part of me wants the screen to display his number which by the way I still remember by heart even though I deleted it long ago.  Every time I become part of a crowd, my eyes wander trying to land on that one face I used to cup with my hands.  But I have moved on. I am over him. Right? At least that's what I tell myself every night before I go to sleep. And quite frankly, that's what helps me sleep.  Every time I see someone as tall as him, with a complexion similar to his, and a walk that reminds me of him walking away, I almost run toward the man only to embarrass myself and apologise for the intrusion.  Sometimes I even dream about him and wake up in the middle of the night startled because I can't tell if it was a sweet dream or a nightmare.  Eve...