
(via loveyourchaos)
I’m about to go have dinner with someone.
But not just anyone someone. A someone that I was best friends with for a good ten years or so but then last year, stopped talking to for reasons you don’t get to hear. So now it’s been a good twelve months since we’ve had contact and we’re about to go reconnect over half cooked burgers and waitresses who hate their job.
Wish me luck. Or something.