Never get to be cool.

I’m jealous
Not in the usual sense. I’m not jealous of her. I’m jealous of everyone else who was there.

That’s all I want. It would be worth it to have been a total stranger, just standing in the crowd, to have been able to see her face in that moment.

Old Crow is playing behind me. I’m thinking of things that could, and things that should, and what homework I have to do this evening.

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