the bf is in new york for the evening.
dinner and drinks with the boys.
he will be back in the morning, but until then...
i have been listening to till the end of time by devotchka on repeat.
it is double sigh-worthy.
the last time i heard this song, the bf and i were dancing.
alone. in his room.
we (read: i) had been going through some trying times, and it was wearing on both of us.
we danced, and we held each other, and i wept.
i am not sure if he noticed.
but i didn't need him to -- i just wanted to be and forget about everything.
everything except dancing with the bf.
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