The beauty of pop punk and the divine storyteller. These two went with me on an epic hike, (boot on right foot included), and it was an unforeseen golden hour of memories. From reminiscing on Mayday Parade to how these two love birds met, I truly felt like my 8th grade self (slightly more mature) listening to a romance that isn't Three Cheers for Five Years, but Three Cheers to Forever and it was all so good.
With my Utmost Joy,
Rebecca