Jul 27, 2013
I'm not eloquent, so...
I can still remember the first time we met. We were both slightly hammered, like loose nails on solid wood. The night was perfectly black, like the flowing hair that brushed me as we danced. The air was filled with bass lines and marijuana smoke.
I waited three days to text you because that was the ideal length on WikiHow. On our first date I hoped that I looked as good as you imagined I did while intoxicated. I probably didn't, but you settled for accepted me anyway.
