I'm outside in my neighborhood right now. Neighbors are walking by. There are kids on the basketball courts. I love this beautiful city. It has so much to offer in terms of togetherness. It's a big puzzle. Take one thing out and it's not complete. That's why I stay here.
Today I reclaimed my neighborhood. I sat by the canal and wrote for hours. I watched the pretty water, I listened as the bikes whistled by. I drank a latte, I smiled at the person that I recognized in the line.
Everything is beautiful to me. The sky, the sun, the little sprouts of onion grass in the yard. I know who I am. I don't think Andrew knows who he is supposed to be yet. There's nothing wrong with that.
Regardless, I'm glad that he set me free. One day I'll be basking in my freedom at a tiny bar with half off nachos. Someone else as free as me (someone who already found himself too) will walk up and that will be history.I'll write him poetry and he'll sing me songs. We'll kiss in our beautiful freedom.
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