No pressure, no expectations, no worrying about who will see us together and where we stand with each other. Just you, and me, enjoying each other’s company. Having sex, sharing laughs, watching our cigarettes’ smoke circling and intertwining. Not being afraid to reach out and hold hands or graze our fingers along our legs. Remembering the good times, forgiving the bad. No feelings being said besides “I’m happy” and “I’m having fun”. Fun. That’s all we need. 

*This is not for anyone in particular. Just the next one. 

I have a record player.

I smoke.

I prefer bands no one has ever heard of and squirm when they become mainstream.

I listen to independently-owned listener-supported radio stations.

I think too much.

If it’s all or nothing, then let me go.