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[deepbluenothing]

<>I wasn't going to go.
First,
it isn't like me to go out alone;
second,
my world was caving in;
third,
my bar loyalties were elsewhere then.
Yet something pushed me
to venture out.

You didn't want to go.
You were sick
and couldn't find the "right" clothes,
but she dragged you out anyway
and you'll never know
just how glad I am
you came.
(And by the way dear,
you looked great!)

Four drinks and I begin to speak.
I'm shy and my voice
annoyingly meek.
You're dancing to old school rap,
laughing and carrying on…
damn
that girl almost spilt beer
in my lap.
There’s trivia,<>
and chugging,
and constant conversation
all about;
but I’m focused on you,
your words,
your mouth.<>

Was it the way the fire lit your eyes
or the excitement in your smile from roasting 'mellows
or the frigid walk that warmed my heart
or the wilted flower that I hold?
I'll never know when, where, how, or why
but something took possession of me that night.
And I am forever indebted to those forces
because that night was the start
of something…
perfect.