One of my favorite things is losing track of time talking to someone. It's 12:48am and I just finished a lengthy, wholesome conversation. It was just most nights. We'd sit somewhere, usually her bed, my bed, her couch, my couch, where ever, and before we can even acknowledge it, we've burnt through 5 hours of conversation that felt like 5 minutes. Effortlessly profound conversations. Mmm.
We always talk. It's what we do. We talk, we talk, we talk. Our friendship began this way after all.
We always talk. It's what we do. We talk, we talk, we talk. Our friendship began this way after all.
