I do my best thinking in two places—behind a steering wheel and in the shower. This latest epiphany comes courtesy of the latter, brought forth by soapsuds and procrastination. Adele was wrong.
I don't need someone like you.
I need someone like me.
Flashback. Only now, it isn't a matter of getting over the past; rather, having someone to hold hands with as you cross this present street into the future.
In other news, this Marcelo fishing trip has been on the drawing board for close to four years now. Still, thinking about it is comforting.
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