She nodded, a hint of a smile flickering across her lips.
“Yeah, we thought it was the whole world,” she said, her voice warming slightly.
I chuckled, remembering the adventures we used to imagine in this small corner of the neighborhood.
“It felt like it,” I agreed, feeling the nostalgia wrap around us like a soft blanket.
“Sometimes I wish we could go back,” she admitted, her voice tinged with a sadness I couldn’t quite place.
“Me too,” I replied, understanding the longing for simpler times.
We continued to walk, the silence now companionable, the weight of earlier conversations easing slightly.
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