I miss the incongruity you bring, the excitement that comes on city nights with you. I miss the shenanigans, the escapades, the youthful bliss.
That is the beauty of second chances. Life is an infinite sum of restarts. Failure is not a dead road, failure is a disguised beginning.
Be your own inciting incident, be that girl Disney never writes about, that society never expects. Be the girl who provokes her own legends.
I want the certainty of my phone ringing, that anticipation of another human voice. I want the urgency of finding my phone and hastily saying hello.
This is our game. It’s mutually understood, there are no repercussions.
I’m re-reading Dickens, for the 4th time because I don’t know how else to study for this exam.
Fitzgerald. You were reading a Fitzgerald when I first noticed you. It was late September on a Friday, when my schedule was a variable and commute times were off balance.