The ridiculous anxiety had commenced yet again. Originating from Mexico - what does that say? So blatantly unnecessary, so unwelcome and sudden. The situation handled well, as he drove for his first time into the city. Sharing food at the bar of an intimate Italian atmosphere, I realized I was actually having a good time.
Stumbling through the park - laughing at my stubborn directional tendencies - we found the place and entered. He got a drink and I moved to the beat - tempted to run and jump off the stage. The show was spectacular; we swayed and swooned.
We left the magical neighborhood, talking music and more. I nervously fidgeted in the passenger side of my own car and I knew this was different. Different from the many times I had forced laughter and told myself that time makes all the difference. No, those are lies.
Except, it can never ever be. And even if it could be, would I actually want it to? No. I've never experienced something so knowingly temporary.
