Impromptu drinks. New friend. Sunshine and heat. Fantastic ideas for next novel. Excited to start writing. Planning of potential trip to NY.
Still missing my previous almost constant companion. So sad that he is disappearing into the past (counting the days even). I want to text him; ask him if he wants to do this and that, see this play, go there for a drink - but it's no longer possible. Hopeful the missing and sad will soon subside and a replacement of the same value/calibre (entertainment/intellectual/connection) will appear from somewhere.
But at least this doesn't discolour my other happy moments completely. And there is happiness in the bitter sweetness of the moments that are no more.
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