Dinner was good and I didn't think I'd have fun but I actually enjoyed myself a lot. I thought it'd be damn awkward throughout but surprisingly we just caught up like two old friends who just saw each other last week.

We talked about everything but didn't have time to talk about anything.

2.5 hours passed just like that. But at the end when I turned around I still couldn't stop my tears from falling. I don't understand why though.

Perhaps it's my heart is just still grieving a loss. I don't know.

Is this enough for me to get closure and move on? I don't know. Perhaps if we actually talked about the hard stuff, maybe. Too bad no time.