It's Schadenfreude

Love is (d)anger(ous) on many levels. So I invited nervousness over for a few drinks, got it drunk, and took its life. Besides, it's not like it will be missed. Her heart was just a mailbox and was wasting too much of my hard earned cash on stamps anyway.

Cut to Sheridan Square - where Raindrop kisses had me listening to the traffic passing us by, all the while leading me to the realization that although I'm still eighteen in the heart... I'm not in the bones.

Her kisses tasted like dark parking lots and bright headlights, and with every tilt of our heads we we're writing a story. This will forever be summertime in New York City.