Messed up? Alcohol helps. For the first time…
Every summer has a story. Mine begins with a tent for two…
"I think maybe I’ve never wanted this to change. Everything, everything changes. Everything changes, but this? This still hasn’t. Not for me. It hasn’t lessened. I saw you this morning, and, and, in the middle of most nights when I can’t sleep, I still replay you."
“It’s been an ugly day”, she said. “Tell me something beautiful?”.
- And he said her name.