I thought I’d love Mandy forever, y’know? She’d be the girl following me in dreams, whispering me to sleep before the demons catch up, stroking my hair with a light hand of night air—but no.
No.
I’ll forever be in love with kissing on the roof, or sleeping side by each in my single bed, or watching as the stars watched us, or fucking on the basement floor, or seeing the smoke calm her eyes, or eating while a tinny banjo played high above, but I now I realize that she isn’t the type of girl who drags you down to the bottom of the ocean.
But you are.
