a recollection:

you and I used to always go to the same Moonstruck diner and eat the same order of veggie and animal burgers.

Sitting by the same decorative fish tank (empty of assumptions, inhibitions, and fish), we would place our hands on the same small cold colorful tiles. We would look and ask each other same meaningful questions like what our favorite smell, sight, or sound is on Christmas morning.

We loved doing the same things, same walks, same nights, same talks
over and over
and over and
over
realizing that in fact each time was never actually the same, and that "same" is just another word for "not knowing how to make each time mean something."