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For an entire weekend, I lived by the song, "Back in the New York Groove" by Ace Freely.
Because, in essence, I was.
My life was perfect for three whole days. I partied with the boys, I drank beer out of the trophy, and I had jesse. He sat beside me at the bar, paid my tab, and asked for a ride home. He didn't come home with me, but he didn't need to because I knew he wanted to, and the intent was better than the action itself.
I wish I could say the same about things now.
Because, in essence, I was.
My life was perfect for three whole days. I partied with the boys, I drank beer out of the trophy, and I had jesse. He sat beside me at the bar, paid my tab, and asked for a ride home. He didn't come home with me, but he didn't need to because I knew he wanted to, and the intent was better than the action itself.
I wish I could say the same about things now.