Tonight I rode home on the Metro with my head against the train window, staring at this obscenely sweet couple as they looked deeply into each other's eyes for twenty minutes, missing Ross. Oh, and listening to the soundtrack from My Best Friend's Wedding.
I hate it when my life is a movie cliche.
*Disclaimer: a lot of other really good things happened tonight, too, but I'm beat and only want to tell one story. More stories tomorrow. Love.
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