“You promise, if I wake up that early, it will be worth it?”
A note: I don’t know what this is. But it is something. I got back from Everest Base Camp a month ago. I went on the advice of sweet intuition.
They gave me this drug once. It was called “adventure”. It was injected, a bite, into my brain and filled every cortex, every lobe, every bit of matter.
Date a boy who travels. Date a boy who treasures experience over toys, a hand-woven bracelet over a Rolex.