630pm. Still at work. Didn't achieve my plan to sneak off early. Just some thoughts. Perhaps in future whatever I say to you will be filtered. Perhaps there will never be spontaneity again. Perhaps we can never sit and do nothing but feel like its the best time of our lives. Maybe there will be no more reservoir talks, no more early morning calls.
Or maybe there will be all that again. Maybe the care and comfort never died. Maybe it's a hiatus. Maybe we could be the friends we once ever were.
Going for dinner soon!
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