I want to yell at you and punch you in the tit for chickening out at the last minute.

YOU texted ME last summer when I was driving from Atlanta to Nola.

YOU sent ME a Christmas card.

YOU were going to meet ME in NY.

YOU were all “yayayayayayay…” when I was coming to Nola.

I was excited and scared to see you, and my heart had a strange rhythm the whole time I was there.

…Also it was literally the six year anniversary of becoming a couple on Mardi Gras fucking Day.

Maybe it would have been different if everyone wasn’t around, but still.  Damn Black.  Missed opportunity.