I almost had a depressive episode last night. I slept in the same bed I slept in the night of the graduation party that started this all.
The key word was almost.
Instead I made myself think about dancing with Allen, how we were out of breath, how we were smiling, and how it felt so good, how our legs were so sore, and how we got to hug and move to the music.
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