Under the thousands of stars we danced, not in your room or in the shower but under a thousand little lights and for once life seemed perfect. No ex’s trying to kill us or parents or work or school getting between us. The soft green grass tickling beneath our feet as we danced to Ed Sheeran’s Perfect. My cream halter dress and my pastel orange headband holding back my soft loose curls. Your arm wrapped around my waist as we slowly sway side to side, nothing had felt so right in a long time.
