I look at this tape and see me laughing without hesitation or consequence. Billy is in constant motion, as usual. A simple kiss and some party poppers started ’02 for us.
Billy said quietly, “This is the year…” I interrupted him, loud and obnoxious. When I’m finished braying, he completes his thought with a barely audible, “…things will come together…on my own.”
Twenty-one nights later, he would be on his own, all alone. And I stopped laughing a carefree laugh.
I want to crawl back into this video and stay there. More than anything in the world, I just want to stay there.
