“Believe me, Natalie, listen Natalie. This is your last chance to find a go-go dance to disco now..”
And he whispered that song to me under the moon and the stars. Static air afloat in the humidity of spring- I will always live in that moment. So just like that, I began to let go. The park bench left marks on the back of our legs as he left marks inside my head. A breeze caressed wisps of my hair along my forehead, and it might as well have been my heart.
(I know its silly but receiving this has calmed a few insecurities. I've been smiling ever since.)
