I imagine you are engaged, it’s an excitingly expectant time. Still young, but with big plans.
You take the train into the beantown, you fall asleep next to him on the way. You get off at Ruggles.
You #shoplocal. Fancy chocolate has been procured for later that evening.
You check into a spaceship yotel. There is a convenient rooftop bar. It happens to be sunset. Red wine and tortilla chips are had.
Your favorite band- the one with lyrics that made you want to become a writer- is playing just a few blocks away in a beautiful historic theater. You have tickets in row D.
The lead singer gets behind the piano, he’s about to play your favorite song. The one that makes you cry when you’re not sad, not happy.
They rock. You dance. They close the concert with your boo song. Everyone sings. I need you so much closer…
Back at the yotel, there are fun lights to play with. There is popcorn and seltzer. There is The Parent Trap on TV.
You are complete in the simplest, yet most cosmic of ways.
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