I texted my friend what she was doing that night. She says she knows of a house party and asks if I want to go. I get ready at my house and come over to her house. We get there and it’s a house party for someone’s birthday. I know about 5 people there. I find a place to stand in the kitchen where I don’t feel so lonely. A ball rolls from the beer pong table about 3 feet away from me. I still don’t know why but I walked over to grab it. Not because I wouldn’t pick something up for someone but because it didn’t make sense for me to pick it up given how far it was from me. I didn’t know whose ball it was so you walk over to me. We start talking for a bit, I find out that he is the birthday boy. I didn’t know that I was looking into the eyes of the man that I would eventually love more than the word love itself. I didn’t know who you were but you seemed really familiar. I didn’t know you were tripping on acid at the time but there was something unusual about the way you were looking at me. You add me on Facebook the next day. I see that your status are lyrics from The Beatles, “Julia”. My breath shortened for a minute.
"Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it just to reach you."