That Night

I think maybe I'm just desperate to recreate that night.

One hour with you to myself. Kids around, sure. Never crossing any lines. Barely ever touching. Just chitchatting. Shooting the breeze. Catching that smile, the spark in your eye…

No exaggeration, I see that as the best night of my whole entire life to date. I don't remember ever being happier.

I could do that all the time, and nothing more, and I'd be content.

I just… I just want to do that again.

And again.

And again.

sigh