Musing 1

These moments are the ones we will forget.

Until a dinner night in our shabby one bedroom apartments. It might be a photo, a scar, or one of us might of bumped into an old class mate. It might just be nostalgia creeping up on us like old age. We will laugh at how we used to cry. We will cry at how we used to laugh. We’ll think we have changed but we’re all really the same. We’ll all just have different haircuts and routines.

But do those moments ever end? I don’t think so.

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