Time -2017 G... - Caylin Me And Molly For The Second
We just drank our coffee while Molly slept in, and the morning light turned the string lights into something almost sad but not quite. When I finally left, Caylin walked me to the door.
But 2017 was different. We weren’t trying to be cool. We weren’t performing for each other or for some imagined audience. We just were .
That’s the thing about Molly. She shows up when you need her, and she doesn’t judge what comes out of your mouth at 3 a.m. I woke up on Caylin’s couch with a dry mouth, a sore neck, and the smell of old smoke in my hoodie.
I kept thinking: The second time. What does the second time even mean?
I didn’t know what to say, so I told the truth.
We just drank our coffee while Molly slept in, and the morning light turned the string lights into something almost sad but not quite. When I finally left, Caylin walked me to the door.
But 2017 was different. We weren’t trying to be cool. We weren’t performing for each other or for some imagined audience. We just were .
That’s the thing about Molly. She shows up when you need her, and she doesn’t judge what comes out of your mouth at 3 a.m. I woke up on Caylin’s couch with a dry mouth, a sore neck, and the smell of old smoke in my hoodie.
I kept thinking: The second time. What does the second time even mean?
I didn’t know what to say, so I told the truth.
