So, we went to the bar tonight...the same bar where we met. I felt like an old fart.
Yes, I laughed at the same karaoke singers. Yes, I sang along to the same songs.
But, I felt like I just did not belong. Then it hit me...I was thinking of Noemi, of Colorado, of my future children, of my dog, of my niece. I did not want to be there...I wanted to be home with Captain, drinking tea or cocoa, listening to the imaginary screams of babies.
Am I really this old?
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