Tonight, I will hold your hand and dance naked in sky with you. Tomorrow, we'll wake up hungover and sore in the posterior region, asking ourselves what the hell just happened? Of course, we'll decide it's better to pretend it never happened but we'll always look at eachother silently when in public from then on. Questioning, but with a glimmer of what could have been in our eyes.
Either that or we're gonna kill shit.