It wasn’t perfect. But it was ours.
Molly was already there — sitting on the floor, rolling something that smelled like teenage rebellion and garden herbs. She waved without looking up. Caylin Me And Molly For The Second Time -2017 g...
But 2017 was different. We weren’t trying to be cool. We weren’t performing for each other or for some imagined audience. We just were . It wasn’t perfect
We just drank our coffee while Molly slept in, and the morning light turned the string lights into something almost sad but not quite. When I finally left, Caylin walked me to the door. She waved without looking up
I stared at the message for ten minutes. Then I typed back: “Yeah. Okay.” I remember driving to Caylin’s place that evening. Windows down. Playlist on shuffle — some mix of Lorde, Frank Ocean, and way too much 1975 for someone who claimed to be over their indie phase.
“No,” I said. “I feel like I haven’t even started yet, and I’m already tired.”