My mom used say this to us all the time when we were little. She would tuck us into bed and we would say, "Mom, I love you to the moon" and she would respond "Well, I love you to the moon and back!" I've been really missing her lately.
I want raging nights dark and wild, lit only by the city, bonfires and cigarettes. I want sun-kissed mornings, breezy and free, interrupted by only the voices of lovers and friends. The life I want to live.