No one understands the rhyme in the song that is your voice, that I hear. No one is truly capable of this virtue. But that is okay, and you know it is. Or perhaps you don’t, and me writing this is completely out of the norm. But on the off chance that you do, I will continue to reach into the depths of this brassiere.

A lot can happen in one night, as many would understand in the simplest of terms, and in the way of how they have seen it in movies. All of a sudden they believe they truly know the meaning behind this, but they don’t. You can’t truly feel something through the screen of a digitally prepared speed bump. You must feel it personally, and through your own life experiences. Some things are better off learned the hard way. But what about the soft way? No one truly talks about this, but then again, why would they? They don’t focus on the movies, because they are just that, a movie. But maybe there is something deeper than this.

A lot can happen in one night, and I have truly exonerated the meaning of this throughout my life. No I am not that old, but am I really that young? The answer…no, no I am not. Your age and life is not so simply measured by the years you walked the Earth, or maybe even the years you slept away on the Earth. Your age is measured by your mentality and the maturity in your mind. This of course, without being described, must stem from something, right? This measurement stems from your experiences, the good ones, and the bad ones. Whether that be the death of your sister, or the birth of your son. The day you watched as the world stood still and time ceased to exist on that sunny September day, or the day as you stood and watched as the New Year’s ball dropped and you kissed someone whom you thought to be special. As you can see, a lot can happen in one night, well maybe this should be rephrased, a lot can happen in 24 hours. But the specifics of one night is where we focus.

The instant of a stolen kiss, the warmth of a beating heart I touched, the way it seemed that no one else mattered, and that no one else was around us when we met. The way you helped me off of the ground when I was so heavily intoxicated I began to lose all feeling in my cheeks. The way you brushed the hair from my face as our bodies became one. YOU made me feel this way, and although I was mentally impaired at the time, I can honestly say that you are the only drunk decision I’ve made that I don’t regret. It is funny how you kissed me out of nowhere as I laid on top of you on the couch as you cared for me. That was a strange feeling, and yet I loved every second of it. I never thought this would have happened, and yet it did, and I am forever grateful for it. You were more than a one night stand, which is why I continue to keep close contact with you while you are away, and why I continuously show interest in your life and try to learn more about you. You are so sweet, and loving, and you don’t see it. Why? How can you not? I supposed it’s just one of those things we all have out for ourselves, and it’s okay. If you could only see yourself the way I do, but then you’d be the most arrogant son of a bitch out there. But you know what? Hating yourself is the most indelible crime there is.

~Ariel M. Brunetto

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