That diner

I was at drinks at a nice wine bar with friends. Maybe it’s weird but on the way back walking through Chelsea I passed by that coffee shop we used to hang out. She crossed my mind for a couple of minutes. I have no regrets, for the end of it. But she just crossed my mind, is all I’m saying

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One Response to That diner

  1. Mandy says:

    Bet she thinks about you as well

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