May 11th has held so much. It was the birthday of my first girlfriend.
It was the day I first saw you. I had Tsing Tao waiting for you to arrive in Missouri. When you got there, I was slightly buzzed. My hair was still wet, too, because I had been so nervous I needed a second shower. It was also the date, two years later, that you left me. We cried on the street in front of my apartment and kissed like we hadn't in months. Afterwards, I bought pre-fab furniture, hoping to ease my broken heart or reclaim my living room somehow.
Today, it's just sunny. I'm writing stories and eating lunch with my new love. I'm biking in, against the wind.