Far from timid • Caveat Lector

Young'n Blues

Young'n Blues

We had to have met before.

Of course, it started out as innocent jabs that turned into way more than what was expected.

The progression was pretty damn rapid but far from rushed. It quickly became too much yet not nearly enough.

Honestly, I appreciate that this was built on honesty.

We put it all out there. You with her and me with him. How we were unhappily happy but couldn’t bring it to an end.

Now that the hard work is done, it’s time to get down to business.

I’m certain that I have a bad case of the Young’n Blues. I thought I knew the answers but I don’t have a clue.

This meeting wasn’t by chance. It was destined to happen.

Actually, It came about oh so naturally.

You know that instant click when two people meet and it feels as if they’ve known each other for years?

That was us.

We talked life goals, love and briefly mentioned our fears. There was some type of unspoken code that we shared.

We explored the city.

The weather wasn’t the greatest but it didn’t stop the show. We aimlessly walked without a single place to go.

Looking at the clock, food and drinks will always win. It always seems to get you to loosen up and begin to let someone in.

Lunch was good. The conversation was great. The only concern was how we’d end this date. We let the next few drinks be in control of our fate.

We discussed our situations and it made no difference because this was the start of our brand new friendship. By no means were we ready to end this.

This. This. This night of mystery.

No judgment. No hesitations. No worry of destination beyond this recently booked hotel reservation.

Hand in hand, we made our way through these busy streets. Everything felt perfect, we had yet to miss a beat.

Late nights turned into early morning sessions. No more drunken thoughts as we bask in these sober transgressions.

The drinks wore off yet we still stood by our choices. No shame or wishing that we’d listened to those shoulder voices.

Who better to be with when breaking all of the rules? Stella got her groove back all thanks to you. Just promise to keep it honest and to always stay true. Damn you and this case of the Young’n Blues.

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