Tomorrow I’m seeing a play with my Spanish class — The Young Lady from Tacna by Mario Vargias Llosa. Sometimes it’s pretty nice to live in a city.
Tonight out of the blue I remembered that night, years ago, walking home with you. I ran ahead and turned around and I shouted, my heart hammering away and my voice flying up to heaven. You laughed and shook your head, told me to shut up. And I just couldn’t stop grinning as we walked along the uneven sidewalk, nearly tripping over our big feelings.