We met up last night. We were supposed to checkout Highland Bowl but it was closed for a private party so instead we went to a couple of bars in the area.

After we had a few drinks and ate, you took me The Offbeat -- you know I love that place... and this time you danced with me. I held you close and breathed you in... your scent is intoxicating. You told me you were wearing the cologne I gave you. I ran my fingers through your thick, curly hair. You'll be cutting it again which is good because I can't resist you with hair and I'm slightly less attracted to you when you shave your head.

We dance the night away with more drinks and afterwards we have your favorite... tacos. The night ends and regrettably, we part. When we part we become the strangers that I've learned to be. Two years in this mess and I've come to recognize the feeling of loss when we leave each other.

I can't keep doing this and yet I do. It does me no good... no good at all.

8:35 p.m. - 2020-01-12