Like a teenager with stars in her eyes, I daydream of kisses without strings. Of the mind-buzzing, heart-racing madness of crushes and mix tapes and broken curfews. Suspended in the playful moments between infatuated and in love.
Until recently, I thought very little (if at all) about what's next and who's right and how do I get from here to there. But it's time. And I want to dance.