Drunk on Freedom
The day was April 12th, 2012. It was a Thursday. I'd just turned 32. This was the first time my parents had allowed me to go somewhere and said, "You don't have to call us every time you arrive or leave a destination."
That's because I was with Michael, my fiancé of four days. We were in love and I was finally free! It was an intoxicating cocktail from which I've never recovered.
Today, I have the taste of that same heady elixir in my mouth again and I like it!
I like it a lot!
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