For me falling in love is like taking that one last tequila shot at 3 AM. All your friends are doing it and it seems like a really good idea at the time but when it’s over you spend the next 12 hours crying and puking and swearing you’ll never do that again.
I remember that time I wrote him a song. I remember doing it while trying to capture those fleeting experiences. I remember the blue of his eyes and the way his laughter made everything wrong fade away. I remember getting drunk and dancing with him on my rooftop in the dead heat of summer. I… Read More I Remember