The hug did not last as long as I wanted it to in my head and I don't know why I was surprised about it. Neither of us were the sort of person to go around hugging folks and in the time we had known each other we had probably only touched each other, even in the most platonic of ways, a few times at best.

It was her last night in town; the last time I would probably ever see her and I wanted to tell my brain to hang on to every second of it. Head, please pick up every detail of this like you do every other meaningless thing. But it didn't work that way. The truth of it was it was probably one of the more important moments in my life which meant my head would choose to forget it all together.

I took photographs as I always do but every single one of them ended up focused on the wrong things and blurred motion, which, when I thought about it later, I declared was a good analogy for how we were.

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