9 Crimes, Damien Rice. Thatcher’s coming over. We are going for a spring walk. I am happy, but very tired. Spent the day with Hannah. Bought some beautiful Steve Madden leather flats. Bought a large Moleskine. Good day.
Sunny afternoons holding hands, memorizing the color of eyes, little text messages, some inappropriate, studying until my eyes can see no more, beautiful piano music, memories of Germany stinging me in the right ways, and always writing, writing, writing.
Rain, Zebra by Beach House, sitting in my car and feeling him breathe under me. “I bubble and burst again and again.” His kisses mean almost as much, maybe more than those German skies, and I remember why I”m supposed to be here.