Its true what they say..
Time plays trick on you.
Memory is an unreliable narrator.
History gets rewritten in many small ways with each passing day.
I can't swear this is exactly how it happened.
But this is how it felt.
B tells me a few days ago that he is coming.
B is coming??? To Sydney???
I am the only person he knows in Sydney..and B is coming???
Mixed feelings..
Honestly, i think i am quite excited.
B means something to me.
I mean something to him.
He knows, i know.
Ok fine..I am looking forward to him coming..
Waiting in anticipation..
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