I didn’t tell anyone about you, except maybe the moon. I’d sneak out past midnight, when the night is at its darkest, the moon at its brightest, and the sky at its prettiest. I’d stay outside for hours singing songs only the moon could hear. I’d tell her all about you - what you look like, what you seem like, what you feel like. I told her about how you and I met, and I think she was shocked on how vividly I remembered it. I also told her about your eyes and how I almost always get lost in them. Truthfully, she knows everything I know about you. These are things I can’t tell anyone else; it’s a secret I can only share with her. Sometimes, I think she responds. You know, sometimes she slighty changes colors. And sometimes, the nightlight looks like it’s dancing. But some nights she looks tired, maybe I’m not the only one talking to her. I once asked her, if you talk to her too. And if so, do you tell her about me the same way I tell her about you?
we have to enter a birthdate in our registers for anything that you have to be 18+ to buy, but we only have to ID on alcohol and tobacco so unless you look young we'll just ask. i can't even tell you how many times a day someone buys children's medicine and is *SHOCKED* at it. "my BIRTHDAY???!? for KID'S cough syrup??!!" yes joanne even though it's intended for kids' consumption it's still a DRUG that an ADULT needs to buy and administer appropriately. just tell me your birthday already