Dinner and Dreams

Sometimes eating dinner alone at a video bar is a bad idea. Drink one: Shakira and Christina Aguilera wail about sorrow and loves long lost. Chicken sandwich and drink two: the most obscure '80s hits come on. The artists bring back crisp memories and sound like expensive sex toys simultaneously. Damn, I'm jaded. Ask for the bill, and drink three, and a video comes on that takes me back to the last time I saw it. In my room, with him. All signs pointing to "yes." Everything perfect. Nowhere to go but up. Or so I thought.

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Damn. I don't want to be able to go back and change anything, but I sure wish I could rewind and re-play.