A song playing and I am transported.
Stunned, I
quickly crank the volume losing myself to the beat.
Tears glisten in my eyes, as I belt out the
lyrics. Priceless snippets of you flood my senses: dancing on tabletops, mooning the student body
at the pep rally. I even remember the aftermath of that one
crazy night that began with shots of tequila, stealing the Mackinac Island
Ferry, and ending in a night in jail after your speech to the cops that you
were Jack Sparrow.
I’d sacrifice everything
to experience reckless insanity again with you just one last time.
