Permission to laugh too loud. Permission to admit that the last two years had been lonely even when they looked happy on Instagram. Permission to sit too close to Caylin on the couch without making it weird.
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But Caylin had changed. A little older. A little quieter. Still had that same crooked smile when she opened the door. Permission to laugh too loud
The first time was two years before — messy, electric, and over before anyone could say what it was. This time? This time we had Molly. Molly wasn’t a person, not really. Molly was the excuse. The bridge. The third presence in the room that made everything feel okay to say. It looks like you’re looking for a long-form
Molly burned low and slow, keeping time like a heartbeat. At some point, the music stopped. Not because anyone turned it off — just because no one had the energy to put on another song.