Headlights shine into my window. It’s 1am, and my phone is buzzing violently. In tacky pajama pants and an old t-shirt, I slide into my slippers and shimmy out the window. You’re sitting in your car, a bouquet of flowers in the passenger seat and a smile on your face. I open the door, “What’s all this?” I say. “Oh nothing,” you reply, “I just thought that I should treat my girl.” It’s cold, so you hand me your sweater. It smells like laundry detergent, sweat and you. You put on some music, a mix of ****** trap songs. We sing along at the top of our lungs until we reach the all night diner. With your sweater fitting me like a dress, I slide my hand into yours and walk into the restaurant. We get a cozy booth and order every dessert on the menu. Hours later, we’re still there. Sick and laughing from too much sugar, there's nowhere in the world I’d rather be.
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC
Headlights shine into my window. It’s 1am, and my phone is buzzing violently. In tacky pajama pants and an old t-shirt, I slide into my slippers and shimmy out the window. You’re sitting in your car, a bouquet of flowers in the passenger seat and a smile on your face. I open the door, “What’s all this?” I say. “Oh nothing,” you reply, “I just thought that I should treat my girl.” It’s cold, so you hand me your sweater. It smells like laundry detergent, sweat and you. You put on some music, a mix of ****** trap songs. We sing along at the top of our lungs until we reach the all night diner. With your sweater fitting me like a dress, I slide my hand into yours and walk into the restaurant. We get a cozy booth and order every dessert on the menu. Hours later, we’re still there. Sick and laughing from too much sugar, there's nowhere in the world I’d rather be.
im over it.