July 2016 Two best friends having a long call about boys late at night after everyone was settled inside their houses. That July night was in the bloom of youth with air and I was so perfectly seasoned I could almost taste it with my pores. One girl who was hopelessly infatuated with a boy needed to talk to another girl who was hopelessly infatuated with a boy. They both squealed and sighed in different towns. One paced her room while the other lay on her back in the street looking up at constellations and telephone wires.