I needed a beer for so long. Ever since this lockdown thing happened. It’s good that they found a cure and everything. Things seem to be getting normal again.
I meant I needed a beer at a bar. I missed being around people. The casual walk down from the office to the pub.
I meant I needed a beer at a bar with you. I missed having you around. Maybe we can continue this at home. I’m pretty sure I got a twelve pack in my fridge.
I meant I needed a beer at a bar with you with the sole purpose of getting you come to my apartment.
Maybe I didn’t need a beer after all. Maybe all I needed was just an excuse to meet with you. A beer is an excuse as good as any.
Maybe all I need is you. Maybe you need me too. Maybe we can skip the formalities this time. Maybe we can spend the night together, maybe we can plan a road trip. Maybe I’ll be the driver and you’ll be the DJ. Maybe we can go on a serotonin overflow.
Maybe we can go back to Paris. Remember when we met? So random. Maybe we need to visit those places again.
Maybe, just maybe, we need to try again.
