I wished on every 11:11 that It would never end. Giddy at the turn of
the clock. Two unlikely heroines out on the town! Quipping over
countless men, worshipping goddesses who came before, and readin'
bitches who ain't us! Toasting our charisma, uniqueness, nerve, and
But in my dark, I knew enough to know that champagne doesn't keep. The
bubbles vanish and the party ends. (Should I have shared my fears with
you? Would you have listened?)
We will always be. But this Golden Age is how my heart will keep us.