Angsty teenagers dream of finding love in the graveyard.  Wearing your spookiest Sunday best, we’ll take pictures next to the oldest gravestones.  We don’t need Instagram filters because we’re using vintage cameras.  We’ll kiss and shoegaze for days.

Then you go to the sea with your love, wearing your finest vintage dress.  The dreamy sea air fills your lungs as the sun pulls behind a cloud.  The cool air invites a warm arm around you.

The sun comes out from behind the cloud and you’re ready to leave the beach.  You get on your bike and clap your hands to a familiar beat but you’re not sure exactly where it’s from but you’re sure there’s a Moog.  Ooooohhhhh… kiss kiss kiss!

At some point in the night, you realize the person you’re with is strange.  Maybe you’re strange too.  The time has come to admit your true feelings.  Will it come out with hand claps?  Will it come out with ooooOOOoooOOoooos?

As the night goes on, you lose it on the disco floor.

Casting aside the faux romantics, like some final fatal live journal entry.

But driving in your car, I never, never want to go home.