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All of the people in this Chinese restaurant are going to die some day. The deaths will not affect me, i don’t even know these people. I do not know the lady in the collared shirt who keeps looking at the ceiling or the dad talking with his teenage daughter who says “like” too much. I’ll never know the waitress who gave me my water or the young boy seating people up front. But other people know them, other people have loved them, laughed with them, seen them grow up or grow old. All of these people in this Chinese restaurant are PEOPLE, they have lives and jobs and personalities. They have dreams, and faults, and secrets they’ve kept to themselves for years now. I’ll never know all of these people, they’ll never know me. They will all die, and others in their lives will be affected wether that’s a mom, or dad or child or girlfriend. But for right now, everybody is alive, and laughing, and bonding, over this Chinese restaurant that they found on google or heard of from a friend. Life is incredibly short, we are limited in time, yet we’re not limited in love, every human has the power to love someone with all their heart, and sometimes the best way to display that love is sitting down after a long day and talking at a Chinese restaurant.

@lilysrosegarden

May 28, 2025

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