Cold night air flowed through the open balcony door as I sat on Jessica and Dan’s bedroom floor, laptop resting on a red storage bin. Looking out across the field of apartment buildings and electrical towers, I could see the highway’s lights waiting to guide me home. Yellow light reaching up into a dark night sky.
The last time I was there, almost a year ago, the lovebirds were discussing paint schemes and unpacking boxes. Now they prepare to move nest to an apartment above a Jamaican record store.
She was in her pajamas, flipping through the television channels looking for an episode of CSI. We shared a beer, along with some good conversation. It felt exactly like what summer weekends were meant to be. We talked about a lot of things, but mostly about love. Having it, finding it, and keeping it. My misadventures in dating and past relationships. I told Jessica that I thought love, and the search for it, had shaped the last five years of my life.
We both agreed it might be time to find a new theme.
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