It's a bubble made of caramel and spicy fire.

For a brief moment today, I forgot my age. I was staging an epic debate in my head, trying to decide if I was 18 or 19. I feel like an old woman though, fearful that she is past her prime, weary in thinking of all the opportunities missed. I don't ever want to be constrained by my age.. Isn't that the scariest thing?

Baby please stay safe and come home soon. Nobody loves me like you do.