the twang of a guitar. a bonfire. the sound of my best friend’s laughing. an arm around my waist. a blanket to share with a man. a leinenkugel’s honey weiss or summer shandy. warm, night air. the bright, beautiful night sky.
i am. the loneliness is palpable.
why do we let the one thing we don't have affect...
charlotte: “what’d he look like?” carrie: “i can’t remember, which is what happens when i really like someone. i just remember a feeling.” I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE.
don't be afraid to take me by the hand if you want...
i think this is how love goes.