Someday, we might make sense. We might have a life.
It will be complicated, hilarious, awkward, fulfilling, tiring, & real. & Fun.
There would be work, & alchohol, & sex, & live music, & way more coffee than is necessary. There will be different parties within the month, & different cities within the year, & the same friends we have now. There will be responsibility & sleep, & this crush I have right now wont matter @ all.
But today, we are young, & unusually lonely for this holiday, & this matters much more than it should.