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The all too cliche “Hello old friend” was the only greeting I seemed able to express. I had seen hints of you in the last months, but now here you were, draping yourself over the other side of my booth. My eyes adjust to your presence. 

Your warmth was melting my ice cubes. Their shape was more rounded than it had been. You have that affect. 

I tried to soak you in, let myself be impressed by you. There had been days that I’d near begged to see you but you’d refused. The moment felt momentous but I couldn’t seem to muster the proper emotion. I only found myself hoping you’d be back for good but I knew that realistically you still had a couple more months away. 

The diner began to fill. Chatter of fresh patrons leaked into our reverie. I felt a chill.