Pretty fitting song (by Moby) because a soulful "give me summer" punches throughout.
I'm going to roll with this though:
if things were perfect, I wouldn't write an article about a race incident that happened on my campus last Friday. And I'd have the confidence to share the short novel I wrote last year with someone.
if things were perfect, it'd be summer and Bryan would be Peter Pan, not growing up and not getting a job.
If things were perfect, I'd land a sweet internship and write everyday and maybe babysit for adorable kids on the side.
If things were perfect, I wouldn't feel sorry for the boy in my class, because we both know he's gay, and we both know he hasn't come out, that he can't come out in his environment. If things were perfect, he would live his life the way he wanted.
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