I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
Missing you comes in waves.
Tonight I’m drowning.
People don’t change. Their priorities do.