i missed when rock climbing and not texting back became cool, but things have been good this week. i turned 21 and it’s been warm enough in february to remind me that the world is ending soon. i too, like the fool, fall for the early warmth. i can’t help the fact that i love the way the sun feels on the tops of my cheeks and the silent tension we have when we walk back to your apartment. empty promises are easier to overlook when we’re laying in the park and reflecting on being 20.
beer still tastes okay and the clinking of my roommate doing dishes in the sink at 1:39 am is comforting. do you think i will ever be old enough for you to love?