not a condescending film buff.
seventeen. senior year of high school. i used to drive to her house cause i had my license and she didn't, and i didn't mind staying out past curfew. i can't remember everything about that time in my life, but what i do remember perfectly is how the nights would end. she'd walk me to her front door and we'd say goodbye. some nights the goodbye would last longer than others. some nights it felt like they lasted a lifetime,…