The text that I will not send.

Together but not, each in our own bubble, yet still here.

We are united in memory of times past. There was good times, and this makes me remember them. I am appreciative of those nights, days and moments, of discovering new things that to this day make me smile. Had we not met, I  probably wouldn’t have been there, in a state of unbridled happiness and joy that I have not felt so purely in a long time. As the music reverberated through the floors, up into my body making it move, I couldn’t help but shout along with the crowd. You were there too, my mind reminiscing about the first time, also in a darkened space, vibing it out. Soaking it in.

I had a great time, and I hope you did too.




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