I want you to know that the nights we spent with outfits too short for our own good, dried up alcohol on our bodies from random strangers stumbling around the bar, sweaty hair, and cigarette smelling clothes are nights that I will never forget.
On those nights – we owned the town.
Two girls holding hands walking barefoot with their heels in their hands starting up at the skyscrapers of the city.
The whole city was lit up with neon signs, the moon, and the stars.
Nothing mattered on those nights.
Not whose heart was broken.
Not what college paper was waiting to be written.
Not what family or friend drama was developing.
Not that there was a work shift coming in the morning.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 