I shared a bottle of wine with a friend tonight. Met a handful of new people, acs boys - lawyers, musicians, Oxford-Cambridge prestige. We spent the whole night laughing, bantering and I had the best time.
But I came home and my thoughts still went back to you. It’s still you, it’s still you. Thought I was all ran out with you, but it’s still you. God damn it. When will it ever not be you. With every new connection forged, I find myself thinking of you. And you always seem to appear when I think of you.
If we met now, what would it be like?
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