You were a thread, and I was a thread, and these two threads were intricately woven together when June was solely ours.
My immune system isn’t the greatest, and on that particular night, I had a legitimate flu.
The days bleed longer, embedded in bright light. We crave vitamin D and revel in the sun.
I complain about my frailty while trekking uphill, or I pathetically moan that my leg muscles ache.
In all honesty, what originally drew me to the Broadway play was, well, James Franco.
He covers her hand with his seconds before the plane is supposed to flee the pavement.
You showed me how you think, how you see the world, and I devoured it all.
The soundtrack is pivotal, the narrative is refreshing and quirky and deep, and the protagonist’s growth throughout the story is commendable.
When relationships change course, we all cope in various ways.
“Well, I sincerely hope you have an absolutely amazing time. I will miss you.”