We met for just a handful of more nights before the first split.
The rio, once, the club maybe three times, and the park maybe three times or so.
In the eyes of everyone else, these nights were no different from the first.
Julie and I were always together and close.
Arm in arm. Or kissing.
And I dont think it felt any different for either of us.
In fact I think we were closer than ever in some ways.
Each said that the only thing they lived for from one day to the next was for the time spent with the other.
But... the problem came back.
And back.
And back.
Every evening consisted of getting on really well. Hugs. Kisses. Walking. Talking. Laughing.
But then - over the issue of getting engaged - we would argue.
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