I lose track of time. One song bleeds into the next as I attempt to do some work on my phone but to no avail. And just as I give up the fight, a man comes in behind her, placing his hands on her hips. Her eyes pop open and she shakes her head at him, pointing at me as if I’m her date. Her lover. And for the first time in eight years, I realize that’s exactly what I want to be with her.
