The first time I met them, my favorite band was playing – and she knew all the words. He smelled of whiskey and desire. It was an instant connection. (We laughed a lot.)
The second time, we went together – to a music festival near the coast. After those three days of camping outside and dancing the nights away, I felt so close to both of them. (The sunsets were breathtakingly beautiful.)
But it is the third time I met them that I will always remember in incredible detail. Every second of it. Every moment of that night at the sold-out venue, pushed up against the barrier in the front row.
It must have been two years ago now. I still think about it every time that song comes on to my playlist. You know, the one they were playing when I came all over his hand there in the front row, surrounded by 2,497 other people – and her.