I met Wesley home for lunch today. We ate leftover spaghetti out of the same bowl and shared a Peach Fresca. We talked about our mornings and about random things that I don’t even remember now. We split some candy from a box of chocolates he brought back for me from Denmark. We then walked up our street and down again discussing our neighbor’s yards and how much work our yard still needs. When we got back home Wesley escorted me to the car, opened my door for me and kissed me while sticking his head through the not-so-large opening of the car window. I made a sad face because I didn’t want him to go.
It was a good lunch.
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