Last night Stephanie and I stole 40lbs of flowers from an obliging park.
11pm finds us sitting in our underwear, windows thrown open, sipping chilled wine- trying to catch a hint of a breeze. The heat doesn't really bother us though, we're too busy savoring this tantalizing first sip of summer. The humid air is dripping with the scent of lilacs and the hint of many such [lazy] evenings to come. Stephanie is ribbing me on my junkie-looking elbow bandage and my belief that there is one perfect love out there for me that I think I will somehow find.
I don't rise to it, instead throwing her a knowing smile followed by a truly spectacular raspberry. We put on some Michael Jackson and Prince and dance around my apartment like lunatics- laughing and singing so loud I fear eviction the next day. I went to sleep with a smile on my lips thinking the waiting and the wanting of life can be so sweet sometimes.
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