It was just the two of us sitting in the private karaoke room.
We had been singing songs about our feeling for each other all night.
We did “love” songs, we did “break up” songs, we did “maybe we should just be friends” songs and we did “I don’t know what kind of love this is supposed to be” songs.
We had run out of songs about feelings and now we might have to actually talk to each other using our own thoughts and words which is never good.
“One of these days we are going to have to tell each other how we really feel about things.” She said to me.
I didn’t say anything. I just started to sing Born To Run by Bruce Springsteen for the third time.
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