( it is eerie, having conversations they've had before. the last time he'd informed her he "didn't mind" pizza, she'd said nearly the same thing. only then he'd been able to steal her closer and tell her he reserved his feelings for people, and not pizza.
will this ever get easier? talking to her? or will it always come with shadows of the life they'd had and lost? )
food is food, I find. though I do like sweets. perhaps if you'd invited me for dessert pizza.
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will this ever get easier? talking to her? or will it always come with shadows of the life they'd had and lost? )
food is food, I find. though I do like sweets. perhaps if you'd invited me for dessert pizza.