MY THOUGHTS OF THE DAYS:(

Mayve I'm not very good at understanding love, after all. But I do know that I love the way sun diffuses rays of yellow, orange, pink, across the skyline as it sinks. I love the way the rain pitter patters over the pavement and splashes against taxi cabs as they go uptown, downtown, and back again.

I love the way the city makes me feel young and foolish, yet old and wise at the same time. I love the calm of a cool seaside breeze; I love quiet moments where I find a sense of peace. Maybe I'm not very good at understanding love, after all.

But I do know I love the way you laugh; I love the way you make me feel like I am not so stranger; I love that you accept things I always wanted to change. I love your jagged imperfection and I love your 3 a.m. thoughts.

I love your dreams and I love your demons; I love the way you talk; I love your spark. Maybe I'm not very good at understanding love, after all. But I do know that I love your light as much as i love your dark; I love everything, everything that makes you who you are.