I’ve gotten lost in the memory. Lying beside him on the bed has become my “happy place” – the place my mind drifts to when day to day stuff gets too much, or too boring. Or whenever I have five minutes to myself. “Isn’t it weird how you’ve known each other all this time, and this was the first time you talked about anything non-superficial?” Lydia tilts her head to one side. “I think the lack of things to do and the dark, gloomy atmosphere had something to do with it.” She’s right, though. Logan and I had never really dipped into the serious side of life in our conversations before. Mostly, we’d kept things light. Maybe because we’d never spent long enough together to discuss the downsides of adult life. “That’s what you wanted though, right?” Lydia asks. “To get to know him and find out if you have anything in common?” “Yes, but… it’s not like I didn’t already know we have some things in common.
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