So it’s 3:40 am after another long night at work. I’m the closing kitchen cook at the hottest new restaurant in town and it feels good to finally see things come alive. But some things haven’t left my mind, like the last time I saw her.
It’s getting closer to the Local Natives concert and I haven’t heard from her in a week. I still have the extra ticket I purposely bought for her. I couldn’t imagine going with anyone else. Ever. That band was introduced to me by her and has helped me…US…through a lot of hard times and really expressed what she and I were feeling and going through.
If I went with someone else, I would only be wishing I was there, standing next to her, listening to the music that we love and connect with so deeply.