✨ Missed Connection in Los Angeles

Saturday night at the rooftop bar on Spring Street. The DJ played that old Fleetwood Mac song and you grabbed my hand and we danced like nobody was watching. Then your friends pulled you away and I never saw you again.

We sat next to each other on the Santa Monica pier watching the sunset. You told me about your grandmother and I told you about mine. It felt like talking to an old friend. I hope life is treating you well.