Champagne glasses up, I cheers to your quarter life crisis. That’s what they call year 25, no?
So maybe I manifested it. Can I reverse time back to that night? Standing on that chair, my arms draped over your shoulders from behind, I’d tell your best man to give the toast instead.
To blacking out,
he’d probably say. We’d all laugh. I’d give you a kiss. Have you finish my drink since I don’t like alcohol like that.
I could lose you for a night. But I promise you, I didn’t know your crisis would include me.
brittany given. 