These are the nights we’ll never forget. The ones we will tell our children about years from now, if we remember, and hopefully have every nostalgic ounce of laughter come out in between the words that we reach in the air to grab.
But these are also the nights we’ve felt every ounce of mortality. Every moment of things coming to an end, how fleeting the bliss can be. How does it feel to realize again that nothing lasts forever? But how grateful we are that they happened in the first place?
If we could live in a moment it would be this one and we would feel every ounce of pain and love that we don’t have the words for.
They tend to go a little something like this:
So you’re driving home, right? And you’ve just spent the entire day with all the people you love, doing everything you wish you could be doing all the time, and it’s dark, and the edges of your mouths are sore from smiling too much, or your cheeks don’t remember how to not smile, and your skin may be a bit more tan.
Your body is sore, but not in a bad way. It's just that your muscles haven’t learned to enjoy the world this much in such little time.
2AM hits and although there’s that one friend that tries to convince you that you could keep going, you all shake your heads and pile back into your dad’s old Chevy, and somehow all of the lights are just catching up to you. It seemed like they blurred around you for hours. You never knew how quickly you were going but you’re reminded when the world meets your feet. You leave the remnants of it side swiped on the car before getting in and the door shuts and suddenly it’s much more quiet than you remember. The car starts and you don’t realize how loud it is until it catches.
You’re sitting in the passenger seat and you have a friend in the back who is way too wasted, way too tired, or both, and they learned to find solace staring out the window. Beside them is an empty middle seat for another friend who didn’t make it back in the car because there was too many distractions at the function and another friend who maybe isn’t in the best mood but you see them crack a smile every once in a while when you look in the side mirror.
Your best homie is the driver, though, and they know just what to do and where everyone is at. So without a word, they grab the aux, and play these songs. These songs that you know for a fact you’ll return to desperately to try and explain an inexplicable feeling. To remember these friends, these nights, this moment for the rest of your life.
This is forever & fading.