A month ago,
I found myself in the backseat of a Bentley.
Don’t get me wrong,
I wasn’t kidnapped or anything.
I just mean that I was drinking with a long lost,
Friend of mine,
And after starting the night off at a bar with other friends and acquaintances,
We drove to a club to celebrate his birthday.
I don’t know why we drove,
Because as it turns out,
The club was just down the street.
But before I knew it,
An acquaintance suggested we drive in what he casually referred to as “my car”,
Which just happened to be a Bentley.
I’m not going to lie.
It felt nice.
But right before we entered the club,
I understood what another well-off friend meant when he said,
“You know, this is alright, but after a while, it all just becomes a routine.”
I can’t recall much after that,
Because like I said,
It was a long lost friend’s birthday.
But I do remember meeting this beautiful girl.
I think she was at a table nearby,
And I think I might have told her I’d be a famous artist one day.
In any case,
I ended up talking to this beauty blogger who actually has fans around the world,
And the crazy thing is,
When I messaged her my website the next day,
She told me she liked my writing and to keep chasing my dreams.
I was happy,
When I woke up,
I was happier to see that this other girl texted me back.
At the end of the night,
When I was cold and alone,
I texted this girl a thousand miles away with a series of texts that basically said,
“How are you”
“I know it’s late” (at least it was for me)
“But if you’re there”
“I’d like to talk to you”
“Even if it’s just to say hello.”
She didn’t respond right away.
She did the next day,
And even though she said nothing more than,
“How are you”
“I hope you’re doing well”
I forgot about the beautiful girl and the Bentley.
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