What Were The Chances?
Of me seeing... Well. I'll get to that later. First, how long has it been since I've actually had a night out? A night where I forgot about all that is troubling me? A night where I got to be single, young and free? Unfortunately, longer than I'd like to admit. Amongst the angst and depression that I've been through in the past few months, it all melted away in a matter of hours.
Since Maria and Cody have been back together, it's almost as if she's a ghost. We rarely see, much less hear from her. However, tonight, she picked up the phone and made a long, overdue call. A call to say, it's been too long- and 515 is waiting. What the hell? I have some great memories from 515, after all, that's where I met... Ok, we'll just leave that alone for now.
I felt daring, bold. I knew I had to get out and live once more. I put on my classiest black dress, and my favorite pair of Manolo Blahniks. Of course, no outfit is complete without a spritz of Addict. I hailed a cab, and was on my way.
As I walked through the doors of my old, familiar haunt, it was a rush of nostalgia. Memories flooded my memories or the drinks, laughs, and love that I shared here. Gazing around the bar, half of me hoped I'd see Bobby, but the other half knew it just wasn't going to happen. I saw Maria and Susan sitting at our old table in the back. They had already ordered drinks. It was going to be one hell of a night...
And what a night it was. Drinks. Laughs. Memories- all shared over Jack and Coke, A Dry Martini, and a few shots of random liquors. We talked about the first time we darkened the doors of 515. What a night it was. It's funny how one single moment can change the course of your life. How one, single, conversation can ignite in you a fire that can never be extinguished. I didn't want this feeling to end. I didn't want to leave. The night couldn't already be over.
3:30am. Last call. We shared one last toast- to us. To who we are, and how far we've come. Closing time. We were on our way out into the hot New York night. I was a little more than tipsy as I hailed a cab. Waiting in the pale lights of the city, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw a familiar face. A face that was broken, but had not yet given up. A face that I had grown to love, yet had caused me so much pain. A face of a love that I could not have, but had within my grasp so many times. The only man who will ever hold my heart.
"This ride is on me," he said with a smile. Getting into the cab, we went to my apartment. This was long overdue. Cigarettes: You guess, 'cause I'm not telling.
Since Maria and Cody have been back together, it's almost as if she's a ghost. We rarely see, much less hear from her. However, tonight, she picked up the phone and made a long, overdue call. A call to say, it's been too long- and 515 is waiting. What the hell? I have some great memories from 515, after all, that's where I met... Ok, we'll just leave that alone for now.
I felt daring, bold. I knew I had to get out and live once more. I put on my classiest black dress, and my favorite pair of Manolo Blahniks. Of course, no outfit is complete without a spritz of Addict. I hailed a cab, and was on my way.
As I walked through the doors of my old, familiar haunt, it was a rush of nostalgia. Memories flooded my memories or the drinks, laughs, and love that I shared here. Gazing around the bar, half of me hoped I'd see Bobby, but the other half knew it just wasn't going to happen. I saw Maria and Susan sitting at our old table in the back. They had already ordered drinks. It was going to be one hell of a night...
And what a night it was. Drinks. Laughs. Memories- all shared over Jack and Coke, A Dry Martini, and a few shots of random liquors. We talked about the first time we darkened the doors of 515. What a night it was. It's funny how one single moment can change the course of your life. How one, single, conversation can ignite in you a fire that can never be extinguished. I didn't want this feeling to end. I didn't want to leave. The night couldn't already be over.
3:30am. Last call. We shared one last toast- to us. To who we are, and how far we've come. Closing time. We were on our way out into the hot New York night. I was a little more than tipsy as I hailed a cab. Waiting in the pale lights of the city, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw a familiar face. A face that was broken, but had not yet given up. A face that I had grown to love, yet had caused me so much pain. A face of a love that I could not have, but had within my grasp so many times. The only man who will ever hold my heart.
"This ride is on me," he said with a smile. Getting into the cab, we went to my apartment. This was long overdue. Cigarettes: You guess, 'cause I'm not telling.
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