onsdag 18 september 2019

A reflection at our restaurant again

I’m waiting for my lunch at “our” restaurant. It’s my birthday, and I’m wondering if you’ll wish me a happy one. Maybe you will. I saw you three months ago, and you didn’t seem to hate me. Facebook will tell you to do it. It’s silly, but I want to know if you still care at all.

Love,
The glass half sane

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