Sparkling Sangria...

Tonight was a rare night. A night that I was off, and energized- and Bobby was off, and somewhat relaxed. I suggested we have a few drinks, and take a walk through Central Park. I had absolutely no idea where I wanted to go for drinks, I just knew I didn't want to sit at home. I met Bobby around 8:00pm, and told him we were walking until something caught our eye. We found a small bistro that looked perfect. Small and intimate- exactly what I was looking for. It had been so long since we had just sat and talked. We talked about nothing and everything. Of course, the more we had to drink, the more we opened up.

Why is it that everything comes out when you drink? Your hopes, fears, aspirations- everything. Nothing is taboo when alcohol is flowing freely. After leaving the bistro, it was more than apparent neither of us should be driving. It's a good thing we decided tonight was the perfect night for a walk- because we certainly needed it.

As we walked through the park, I remembered many fond memories of being there. I had to laugh as I thought about my "Flashdance" performance. Only me. There are tons of crazy people in New York, but how many decide to just start dancing right in the middle of Central Park? Leave it to me. As quickly as that memory flashed through my mind, so did the memory of one of the most difficult days of my life. I sat on a park bench, unable to fight back tears. I remember looking up, and seeing Bobby looking back at me- and literally, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

He's floated in and out of my life for almost a year now. We've pulled close together, and then pushed each other away more times than I can count. Are we afraid of what might happen if we really gave into what's deep inside? Of the feelings we dare not speak of, but know exist? He's my best friend. I can tell him anything, and I know he's not going to ridicule me for any of the strange or quirky thoughts and/or beliefs I have. I can call him anytime, and he'd be there for me.

As I held his hand, I knew I was right where I was supposed to be. Maybe it was the sangria, but the night was magical. It's funny how some of the most simple moments shape our lives, and change things for the better.