There seems to be an extreme pain with warm, sunny, summer nights. It all brings me back to the end of last summer. Dancing in my underwear at 3 am making cupcakes with him, driving around way past when I should've been on an early September school night, having him carry me down the driveway to look at the stars when I refused to move, missing my high school homecoming game to sneak around with him, sitting on his lap in the most random bubble tea shop ever created... it's all just hitting me like a million bricks. My heart physically hurts when I breathe in the warm air, it physically hurts. I never knew I felt so strong until it's all gone. These bittersweet summer nights, man.