Which is really a great way to start your birthday.
I'd had such an epic birthday eve I'd already made out with two people.
Happy fucking birthday, Reese.
I slept in but not as much as I'd wanted.
When you go to bed after two you want to sleep half the day away.
So I forced myself to wake up and continue the celebration.
I was so out of it when I left I didn't lock my front door.
I got back that night and thought my home had been broken in to.
Nope.
I just never locked the door.
Holy shit.
Guess that's what a good night will do to ya.
So I pick up the Bestie and we drive into town.
And I guess I'm still pretty out of it after brunch cuz when I park I'm not where I think I am.
I thought I'd parked a block away from my favorite vintage clothing store, the one I visit every year on my birthday.
But as I looked up I realized I wasn't across the street from my favorite vintage shop.
I was across the street from his bar.
The Phantom's.
I stopped for a moment on the sidewalk and just stood there, dumbfounded.
The bar I was staring at was four city blocks away from the vintage shop I could've sworn I'd parked in front of.
I laughed at myself wondering if my subconscious had brought me there because I'd wanted to see him.
We started walking past the bar and all of a sudden there he was.
Unlocking the side doors to let some people in, the lights on the Christmas tree twinkling behind him.
Huh, I said, There he is.
And I smiled.
I didn't feel anything I expected to feel--sadness, anger, longing, regret.
I simply smiled.
Wow. I'm --over him. I was so.obSESsed with him. And now....I'm over it.
And then I laughed.
I stood there in the rain and I laughed.
So happy.
We got to the vintage shop and it was empty.
Our faces looked upon the other and this time we both laughed.
A sign on the door announced the store had moved.
To Hawthorne.
The exact street on the other side of the river we'd just came from.
It was literally a block away from where we'd been.
So I drove across the river, across the Hawthorne bridge, to walk in the rain and see The Phantom on my birthday.
And smile.
And realize I had healed.
It was perfect.
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