It was about a week before the Jameson bartenders ball and you texted me out of the blue to be your date. I said yes but I was nervous. We hadn’t really established a true friendship, just a vain acquaintanceship. It didn’t help that you were a Regina George, a true Courtney Alice Shayne.
I spent all day trying to find the perfect outfit to impress you. I just ended up saying fuck it and took the 48 to your house. Just to find out you were freaking out too. You couldn’t find a belt and didn’t want to be seen with me without a belt.
We ended up going to some posh bar on Valencia where the bartenders were as pretentious as the atmosphere.
You told me you were in love with the pretty boy bartender with the Macklemore haircut and rode a roadster bike.
I asked you “How many times have you been in love?”
You took the Rose Quartz that was around my neck and placed it on your forehead and started to cry.
You looked at me and said “I fall in love every single day.”
That exact moment is when I fell in love with you.