this is why.

lines and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and party cameras with candles and best friends and ironic song titles (KILLING THE TIME) and two and hands and hands and hands and sweaty hands and waiting and reactions and re:actions and real names and single launches and home-made stickers on your dad's car (or locker) and american accents and little suitcases (she follows the band) and rain and phones with diseases and "sprinting" and waiting and confetti and pepsi cups and love hearts and flashes and weird aim and mothers clubs and being caged inside and waiting and theart and wondering and tickets(!) and encores and old songs and trying something new and video cameras and dead batteries and sore feet and sore knees and blankets (why didn't we think of that?) and plastic models and waiting and the "epic people theory" and karma(?) and seats on trains and hand gestures and missed phone calls and acoustics and jumping and jumping and jumping and kings & queens (one step closer to mars) and waiting and permanent black markers and good aim and panda bears with towels and waiting and runningrunningrunning down stairs and platform three and crazy faces (sometimes yawns) and singing along and right/left and buzzing ears and waiting for something greater that we just might be upon the brink of finding*. 


*this is what she wrote on a piece of paper, folded into four.