Entresol

Don't forget about the middle ground: nothing's as high or low as we painted it to be. I remember nights sobbing into the phone and mornings colored with the red-rimmed tint of a broken heart. I remember laughing in the parking lot as we fought for the wallet and stars shining overhead in the cool clear evening. I remember being so scared because I thought we were going to die, or I thought "we" were going to die. I remember thinking I'd never been so happy, and never would be again. I was right and I was wrong and it doesn't really matter anymore, and that's what I want to remember now. That this too shall pass, and my life will be all the richer for it.