what we did is secret.

i remember this night and this exact moment. i remember where i stood, and who I was with. i remember every detail in brilliant technicolor. i remember the way it smelled and how cold it was that night. i remember the way my veins would buzz and how it felt to be me inside my own skin. this might not mean anything to you, but it means everything to me. the details are mine. if you weren’t a part of it, you don’t deserve to know.

don’t let yourself trivialize the moments you’ll reference later. you need every single piece of the puzzle if you wanna make any sense of the big picture.



i hope this night remembers what i was like.