I’m not the kind of fool who falls for a girl, never really had the interest. Yet I still find myself admiring how attractive they are. All girls are one way or another. There is always something that makes them so damn alluring. Whether it’s a curve, a smile, or something my vocabulary just can’t do justice. But then there is the realization that they’re just a trend, you were just trapped in the moment. Fuck the moment. There is nothing worse than the realization that you were a zealot for Short Stack’s musical prowess, just like there is nothing worse than looking back on that girl. The girl that only looked good in a very specific type of light. The problem is if she presented herself once again, with those eyes, I wouldn’t say no. I have a three setting light by my bed for a reason. Girls belong in the moment, where they are truly appreciated and where regrets can be forged. The morning after is your own problem.



