Last night Erika said something to me that fucked everything up.
Er, not in a bad way.
"Do you wanna know a secret?"
Yeah.
"I really wanted to be with you."
Christmas 2001 I gave her a present, a gift card from a trendy clothing place. I was driving away from her house and she called me on my cell. She was crying.
Nothing worked out. Nothing. I went to London and Amsterdam. She got pregnant and married the guy.
Well, I'll always have cartwheels on the beach at Tybee Island. Yeah, I'll always have that.
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