Another Song For Tommislav

I wasn’t even 21 yet; I’d just finished college—too early—and I drove my graduation present up to Los Angeles to be with him.

I remember most, the day we spent driving through Bel Air, making fun of the sprawling mansions; that night, after In-And-Out dinner, I drove us through Malibu, and he held my hand as the Pacific Ocean pulsed along the shoreline.

I’ve had other nights, in my 44 years of life, almost as romantic; I doubt I’ve ever have one more perfect that way, though.