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I run into The Ex, who I've actually gotten sort of friendly with and minus a couple of small steps backward; it's been nice, at the gym. We chat. He hits the showers and then Gwen Stefani's voice comes over the speakers. I kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend. I wonder if I kinda always knew. Decide I did, but that I hoped I was wrong.

I walk by the restaurant where we'd had our first date. It is now some utterly unappealing brunch spot with a stupid name. I text him to tell him. He responds that maybe our favorite dinner place will burn down next. I laugh.

If I may be totally unimaginative and cliche for a moment, all good things must come to an end. Sometimes those endings are easy and sometimes they rip your motherfucking heart out. Either way, time to start the next chapter.