the best part about bus rides home is that you are either
deliriously goofy or dreamland-tired. birthday night i wasn’t expecting
anything exciting- birthdays have become just another day on the calendar for
me. me + angie were sitting next to each other, talking about food we wanted to
eat, trying to ignore Marcial- the normal. i can’t remember if she told me
first or if i spotted them, but all of a sudden there were fireworks blowing up
over the city skyline. not a whole bunch, but one or two- enough to make me sit
on the edge of my seat, expectantly excited for more, like the feeling you have
while underneath the stars, hoping to catch the start of a shooting star, but
needing only a glimpse to stir up a smile. over the rest of the ride home, we
caught about five more- brilliant, bursting, descending hope down over the
city, into us. enough to make me feel like I was special, sitting next to a
lady who is close to my heart, sharing the same day of saying hello to the
world for the first time.
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