embrace your condition and never feel as though you ought to feel differently than you do.
Summer, I try try to love you, but I am thrilled to watch the snow fall and pile up from my bedroom windows.
Time keeps feeling suspended. I forget I ever went to Kenya and yet I think I miss it always anyways. When does the loving things so much your nerves feel like they are on fire come back? And sure, it was a little awful, the longing, the desperation, but if I have to be desperate in order to have all my emotions back, I won't say know.
I want to be in love. I want my heart to come back from wherever it's run off to.