This morning, I woke up early because I had a Chemistry test that I was really not ready for. I’d spent about an hour studying and was feeling pretty good about it when I heard a tap at my window. I peeked through the blinds to see the boy I love sitting out in the cold. He was on his stool from his kitchen, wearing his ridiculous fake glasses and the jacket he gave me to wear on our first...
I made a promise. And I know that I’m too young to do such things. But it was meant. On both parts. And five years doesn’t seem like that long when a lifetime is to come. So here’s to getting old and saggy, and here’s to a lifetime of pinky promises.