Awkward. Stilted. Slightly uncomfortable. That's how I'd describe my breakfast this morning. Met up with an old friend and realized that we have nothing to talk about other than shared experiences from a dozen or so years ago. Our lives are completely different and we have nothing in common. It felt longer than an hour.
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oh, BUMMER!
I hate when that realization hits.
It's too bad when that happens. Even if it's a natural evolution of the relationship.
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