went to moxie's for a few hours. had long, in depth conversation. so i guess i deviated from the plan, but accomplished the end result. was this conversation worth it? what was established? were we clearing conscience's? repairing burnt bridges? did you ever have the feeling that you were so close, but so far away from somebody? i think i had 5 coffees at least. i drummed my fingers on the table, avoided eye contact, and stacked creamers. was i nervous? what does sorry mean?

why do people not say the things that are the most important things to be said? why are their more questions then answers, or maybe just new and different questions. if only.. how many times was that said? and what if. but what if? did we ever actually answer that question? the night ended too soon, we walked to the car, we said goodnight. with so many things left to be said.

the girls waited up to hear everything. and sometimes a group of friends can come up with answers that maybe aren't even answers but they are resolutions, or things for me to believe even if they aren't true so i don't have to think about them any more.

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