Wine glasses full to the brim.

An angry daughter.

A drop, dead gorgeous mother.

A girlfriend that doesn’t love me anymore.

The longer I sit and think about the three of them, the more confused I’m becoming.

I know I shouldn’t cross the line—it should only be felt, but never seen.

But I’ve spent days, weeks, months, watching her, and she’s been watching me too.

I just didn’t know it until it was too late.

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