She was laughing even as we kissed and kissed again. There is no better taste than someone else’s laughter in your mouth.
I don’t need therapy or pills to get rid of this sadness, what I need is your body next to mine and you promising me that everything will be okay.
The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.