The words were on the screen for a full five seconds before I registered their meaning: Barrack Obama Elected President of the United States of America.
I sipped my beer and looked over to my left. There you were and—for the first time in weeks—a genuine smile. I wanted to hold you, but I knew I would probably ruin this moment for you.
I finished my beer and looked at the area above the TV while people danced and hugged. I cried tears of elation for my country. But every third tear was for us.
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