There’s something sexy about a girl who’ll jump on the back of a bike and go on an adventure without warning.
Light clinking of ice in an empty glass.
The soft lapping of the bourbon being poured.
We both stare off at something arbitrary in the distance, trying not to make eye contact.
Sipping our drinks and thinking about things that we know we shouldn’t.
Darling, Let’s be sad together.
I still think about you all the time. I wish it would stop.
Its funny. I’ve been punched numerous times in the face, gotten my ass kicked in bars, accidentally stabbed myself in the leg (don’t ask), rolled off of a car going 35 mph resulting in 18 stitches in my face all throughout my life, and I could walk it all off with no problem. But a broken heart completely defeats me. I’ve never felt weaker in my life.
No realization is quite as prolific as when you realize that you long for the time when you didn’t really know yourself. Missing the ignorance and aching for the bliss is a painful truth to acknowledge.
Growing up has always meant learning lessons through experience. Sometimes the hard way. Each decision made, allowing yourself to get to know who you are.
This is a lesson that I wish I had never learned. But I have, and there’s no going back.