flashback to 2006 (!KLDFJLFKJFD!!) and matt & i are standing in south station, waiting on his amtrak, and we’ve just enjoyed a weekend of fenway stalking and pino’s pizza eating and running to trader joe’s before they close and we miss out on the three dollar wine.
i am crying in south station. CRYING. kill me? but i just don’t want matthew to leave. he lives in maryland and i live in boston. and what will happen in this irrepressible love saga? the weathered old man clipping the tickets already knows. he looks at us, calmly, wearily, through my tears on matt’s shoulder and he barks
DON’T WORRY… HE’LL BE BACK
and at the time, i was like, dude how do you even know
but now i realize that i should make pilgrimage to south station and be all ‘dude…. you knew.’
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