I must be out of my mind bringing this up, but there are some things that are just perfect. Then there are perfect things you get to experience twice. Then thrice… all in one week, say it aint so. That much ecstasy in one week could ruin a normal guy, but not me. Maybe it’s because I sit here bored out the gourd, maybe I’m super content with a full belly, maybe even being on the crispity cusp of a super sweet vacay for a the standard month, but it’s all good.
There are few destinations, much less with drive in capability, that warrant a double take (not even Tammi Traylor and friends). But, and this shouldn’t be news to anybody, one of my true loves has come back home to daddy and saddled up to Texas. However, like a first kiss, it only came 80% of the way, making me go the last 20.
Now you may be asking yourself, but mister, how can you have 3 first kisses, to which I reply, double doubles count as two, so it’s more than that, but it’s about quality, not quantity. To which they replied by walking away wondering why and how it’s possible.
That’s what I’m saying. How can love be so close yet so far? You’re telling me that, “Oh, I came most of the way, you have to make an effort here.” But come on, your almost here, if you really loved me, you would finish the ride and go the last little way. I tell you what; I’ll move a little closer, but I’m too proud to give in any more than that.
“We’ll see, not now. There will be others.” I know, I know, it was hard to leave like I did, but I left it at goodbye, you cant be doing this.
“Well, I will be here for a long time to come; I’ll be all over this state before it’s all over with.” Then this will be goodbye again, for now.
“Are you crying?” No, but it was good to see you.
It’s crazy where things end up, but it should always be better.
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