Drabble #47 – Eye Wrinkles

Let’s talk about the meaning of life (get all existential with each other). You can hold my hand and I can pretend to hate it. Let’s sit together on a Tuesday night and just mess around, tweak with the dials on our limits and test the waters of our tear ducts. Let’s get the steps out of the way and remember how to dance. With names like ours we don’t even have to ask. Just break and break again, rebuilding ourselves in the shadow of each other so we always resemble someone dear in the mirror.