Over martinis, we slowly let down our guard. More forthcoming, we exchanged stories from our childhood and younger days. Misdemeanors and wild days of the past, mischief and naive invincibility. Heartbreak, failure, past relationships, they came to the fore. Worries about the days ahead, hopes, dreams and plans. To stay or go? Admissions and confrontations, we went through them- cautiously, still unsure and skimmed past them. Secrets and deeper feelings rose to the surface. It felt right. It was comfortable. Silences were not awkward or uncomfortable, merely moments for us to process what we shared and consider the opinions. Knowing looks and teasing smiles, a giggle or two in between. We shared the chips and you, ever the sweetest, broke the last piece in half to share instead of having it all to yourself.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Or the calming atmosphere as music filled the room without overpowering it. In those moments, we connected and it was just us two. No one else.
“When the people we love break down and fall down, when they go bat-shit crazy… when they forget their greatness, it’s up to you to love them back into the person you know them to be”—Jason Mraz, during I Won’t Give Up
“… And that we’ve shared stories about our lives, sorrows and tears and inexplicable joys. We’ve had crazy wonderful times and silly adventures. We’ve had so much laughter and memories and private moments of just you and I. Pictures of you and I together. Pictures of each other in our phones and in our heads. Pictures together. Hands intertwined. Smiles and secrets shared. Looks exchanged and hugs that warm and comfort the soul. Plans made and promises of more to be kept. I hold you in yours just like you hold me in mine. Thoughts that just brighten the day and plasters smiles on your face. Never far from mind, and hopefully from heart.”—Just you and I and our own crazy story…that’s still going