It's not like it's out of this world. It's nothing magical. It's nowhere near poetic. It doesn't make the birds break into song and the flowers bloom in agreement. It doesn't make me want to drown myself in cheesy love songs and dreams of happily-ever-afters with rainbows and sunshine and hearts constantly a-flutter.
It's boredom. It's the thrill of adventure. And probably, more than anything, it's tequila.
But then, there's the conversation. The stupid things we both find hilariously funny, although nobody else does. The effort to dance, with a sprained knee and a strong disgust for the DJ's choice of music. The text messages that seemed out of character, or maybe not, because the phrase "out of character" just cannot be used for any act by someone who has defied all the stereotypes I can think of.
It's something, and it isn't. Perfect.
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