There's something about being on the top floor of a parking garage, on a chilly night, sippin' hot tea, and conversing about life that makes time sort of slow down. Listening to the rustling of the leaves on every tree branch hanging above the parking garage echoes in the emptiness, while a brief silence lingers in the air as we sit on the roof of my car thinking.
"Don't you wish you could just go back and change parts of the past?"
"No. What's done is done. That's what the future is for...to make things better than whatever it is that already happened."
Silence.
Our history begins to replay in my mind while I think,
"I wish we never met. You mean too much to me now."
"I know exactly what you're thinking...just be patient."
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