in the midst of a fake amy winehouse attempting to sing half of my heart and the flashes of a retro polaroid blinding me, alongside a cake that looked as colourful as a rainbow . my mind hadn't drifted anywhere near the thought of grasping hold of a glass of vodka or a chilled bud beer to drown myself back to reality. perhaps i was missing something tonight...
maybe i was missing a girl in "a dress with the top half would be lace and the other half would be shiny material like silk or satin." in black heels and clutch. holding hands with an idiot by the name of tommy. maybe i was missing a girl which everyone would compliment to be charming. elegant.
maybe i was missing you.
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