#391.
Sunday night, reminiscing with an old friend. Talking about how we were never quite 'the cool' and how we should hang out soon, and music, and just everything and a lot of things. When you're free I swear I will drag you out.

Today was okay, lots of mixed emotions, morning was a drainer, up at eight and everything. Then a new girl came in at work, she's cool, pretty alright to work with. She likes to talk, and that's fine by me! Then she left, and Herms signed on. Then he left and A signed on, and we've been talking since then.
Today I was feeling a little bit err because you didn't seem so into talking to me and eveyrthing, then you offered to text me right up until you start work. Which I liked the sound of. Still felt a little err until you txted your last reply 'Lovee you' to which I usually reply 'Love you too,' but I didn't. And then you txted me while you were working asking if I got your last text (I didn't reply) because saying goodnight to me was the most important thing. I melted.


There's a few more things I could say but this post seems very wordy. Goodnight.

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