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Daily Farmhouse Journal
I can’t stop talking to him. Talking and talking and talking. I love to talk to him. What did I do before I had him to talk to? Already I can’t remember…..
Me: We have a lot in common.
52: Maybe we should have lunch.
Me: I don’t want to go on a date.
52: It’s just lunch.
Me: There’s still that age thing.
52: I feel okay. I don’t think I’m going to die anytime soon. But we don’t have to have lunch yet if you don’t want to. I’m patient.
Me: I’m sorry. I’m a lot of trouble.
52: Maybe I like young trouble.
Me: Maybe I’m trying to come up with reasons you shouldn’t like me.
52: It’s not working.
Me: I don’t really want it to…… I’m just not sure you’re real. You’re like somebody I must have made up.
52: I’m nothing extraordinary.
But he is……
Me: Can we have lunch?
52: Yes.
Me. I’m scared to have lunch. Never mind.
52: What do you think is going to happen if we have lunch?
Me: I might like you even more.
52: That sounds okay.
Me: Can we have lunch?
52: Yes.
Me, scared……….
To be continued……
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