It feels like we were just roaming Newbury Street on a hot summer day in Boston. You were interning for a wedding planner, I was acting in LA visiting. I remember the boy who broke your heart that summer, the same one you were there for. We spent that entire weekend with him eating famous clam chowders and watching Tom Brady play with the rest of the townies.
You were always the cooler one, turning me on to beer at a Celtics game. You promised it was an acquired taste. We danced the night away the night the Celtics won celebrating just because.
Fast forward to you, in Chicago, living your best life with the love of your life whom you met while pursuing a master’s degree in an entirely unrelated career. And here I am, writing in New York City, flying out with him to help surprise you.
Cheers to life not always turning out the way we want it, darling. Every turn leading us to our happiest ending.