You're in Dallas right now, with your sister, her husband and their friends. You're there to see the Rams vs. Cowboys game tomorrow. You're a hardcore Cowboys fan.
We text throughout the day yesterday, you take pictures of what you're eating and you share this with me. Later in the night, you're at a bar and you share pictures of those as well.
You tell me that Dallas is like L.A., in the sense that bars remind you of L.A. You say, "They're playing the stuff you like. It's good". Does this mean you're thinking of me? Wish I was there with you.
I wish so many things with us... Wish things were different.
Maybe in the next life...
1:39 p.m. - 2019-12-14
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