One reaches a certain age believing life will eventually become practical and composed.
Instead, I appear to have become someone who drifts home through the night feeling like the heroine of a novel nobody had the decency to warn her about.

… and somewhen we were beneath the streetlights, smiling at each other like two people who still haven’t entirely recovered from falling in love in the first place.

He is wearing Mazzaro and surprised me with this cute dress by fashionably dead (thank you so much sweethearts ♥️).