Cincinatti still makes me sad. Jesus. It was just one. single. bloody. perfect. moment, but holy fucking christ, you cannot even imagine the inexplicable wave of pure, untouchable, unworldly love that I felt. The unattainable joy that I attained for 2 hours. Maybe more.

I will continue to trudge through life in search of perfect moments like that.

Even if they haunt me for decades to come. Even if they ruin everything.
Even if I never see a single sign of Cincy again. Even if he reaches for his revolver...

I could scream "no", but I get the feeling I would only scream "wait".

And I get the feeling he might.