I miss those moment where it was just us two alone for minutes; asking about how our day was to each other and anything else that popped into our mind.
The moment other people stepped into the room we didn't continue talking. It wasn't as though it was a big deal, we could have continued, but we didn't. It felt weird on my side.
Now I have these moments of us being alone for longer than five minutes; making sure I'm okay because you occasionally like to check in on me. I am very appreciative of that.
Moments with you are bittersweet.
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