“I walked home alone that night. I didn’t care how she got home, it was weird. I mean, I liked her. I liked her a lot. But out there on the field, it was just different then. That was the last time I saw her. You know, most people never taste that kind of love. But at least I tasted it once, right ?”
If you are planning on participating, make sure your last tumblr post the night beforehand is “BRB Blackout”, so people know why you are gone. Also, please reblog this post so that as many people as possible know when the blackout starts.