Ah, wild nights. This poem reminds me so much of my younger, unrestrained self. It was back when I indulged in every whim I’d had, and those wild nights were my luxury. Perhaps my sister never really understood the charm of indulgence the way that I did, or at least to the same extent. Looking back on the event now, I have the hindsight to recognize that my decision was dangerous, selfish, and utterly irresponsible. I sacrificed the sweetness of everyday domesticity with Lizzie for the chance of something sweeter. It caused our relationship so much pain, and for that, I will be forever…