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“Can I get you something to drink?” the waitress asks. Tequila, bitch . . . all of it.
“You love me . . . I love you . . . the rest of it is semantics.”
I close my eyes, and against my better judgment, I let go of the edge. I’d follow him anywhere.
When one door closes . . . another one opens. The circle of life is a mystical thing. As an elder is lost . . . a new soul is created. Magic in the making. If I’ve only learned one thing in this life, it’s this . . . If you lean into the light, love will always find you there.
