It’s the sound of a broken girl singing when she thinks no one is listening. It’s knowing she is taken and leaning in for the kiss regardless. It’s back rubs on starry nights with lightning pulsating in the distance. It’s jaded lips on soft skin and the need to be reckless. It’s small people in a small town full of big hopes and even bigger dreams. It’s inflatable swimming pools and white trash afternoons. It’s hating your past, fearing your future and deciding to smile in the now. Happiness.