Your hair is long again. Goddamn.
”Baby, would you listen to me?”
"Come across the kitchen to me."
“Home” changed four times this year.
I’d never been in love before.
Please get drunk and call me.
We never did any of that.
My bedroom is too big for me.
I’m drinking lemonade for breakfast again.
It’s beautiful, but it’s not Idaho.
My calluses are starting to fade.