In the summertime wind in the heart of my home
In the dark of the night in the way that you might
When our lips are closed and our words are few
Oh, my dear, the days were shorter too
But I never got too far from hoping for your heart
-Andy Shauf


I am still exhausted from the weekend.

And still confused over boys and how monotonous this dating thing is becoming.

And I never want to get out of this bed.

And I just want to make this sunlight last forever, the way it is drifting through my curtains with the soft breeze.

And I do believe the love of my life died last month and nothing will ever come close to replacing her. Which makes me think that perhaps instead of a man, I just need to find love in a dog.

At least I can make those relationships last.