Three drinks down and a lousy movie later I am about to get into a deep slumber. My cell phone rings. The time 01 41 am. An unrecognizable number. A deep voice at the other end reminds me of G, my first love. It’s the voice of an old school friend returning from a music concert. He tells me the music reminded him of me. Memories flood up my eyes and run down smiling. G. I say a silent prayer for her well being and realize how fortunate it is to love. I thank God for G. And thank Him for the music.
A good love story has no ending.
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