J2 and i have a dinner date at the miyagi again. by now we have the routine down pat. we slip in early, at a time when other people are thinking tea. this gets us a nice table in the matchbox cafe. the napkins get shaken out we murmur iced water glance obligatorily through the menu, and then we both order the sakura sashimi. this meal is always a challenge to our default gobbling speed. we perforce take smaller bites chat more pace ourselves and eat the garnish just so the food can last longer.
for a relationship that goes back to stormy seas battering winds staggering blindsides and much vertigo J2 and i have come some ways i guess. i'm not entirely sure how, but i'm infinitely grateful.
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