Helium Balloons

Smoking a cigarette on the street just outside of Amwell Green, under the light of the moon I gave in.

It was official, no turning back.

I felt instantly lighter, like helium balloons and iridescent bubbles.

My phone buzzed with the first like and comment and i smiled.

I looked up to the sky and told my parents that I wished so badly that they could have met him, they would have loved him I know it.

My phone buzzed again, the word was out. I was in another official relationship.

I let all my fears escape with the last exhale of cigarette smoke and finished my walk home, though my feet didn’t touch the ground once the whole way.