don’t say last
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
the moment people start counting weekends, summer becomes unbearable. #
People have started saying `”one of the last Saturdays.”` Stop. I hate that phrase because it turns the present into nostalgia before it has even finished. Tonight was good and I want it to just be good, not `”the third to last good night before returning to Milano.”` We went out, music was harder than last weekend, I danced, came home late. That’s enough.
I know I’m going back. I know coats and Mom’s work meetings and Milano taxis and Friday shopping and all the rest are waiting. I like those things too. I just don’t need them to arrive early because everybody keeps naming them.
Remember me, Eclipse.
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