The two of us.

Meeting for Mexican after long days of work - just him and me. Holding hands, and remembering when we used to do that more often (toddlers tend to occupy). Having uninterrupted conversation. And while I much prefer morning to evening, nighttime in Manhattan is another thing entirely. Nights in Manhattan have invited us in with soft breezes and flickering lights and a glass of wine, basket of chips at the door.

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