It’s almost 1:30 am on the 15th of february. Nevertheless, happy late valentines day. 

I heard this cover on the first day of this  year while sitting in a coffee shop alone in New York. I was writing in my journal and on the top of the page I wrote “find I can’t make you love me cover, sounds like bon iver.” I love Bonnie, but there’s something so haunting about bon iver (generally).  

I think this is the lesson that I need to learn this year.
My heart might skip a beat when you walk in the room, but I can’t control how you feel about me. I can be perfect in every way, but I might not be perfect for you.
I know that when we say goodbye at the end of the year it will be painful. It might be one of the most painful goodbyes because it means that we’re closing a book that was never fully written. There are words missing. Plot lines cut short without resolution. Entire chapters completely skipped. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I never do. I can’t. But I can do my best to try and stop jumping to the worst possible conclusion. Its clear to everybody that we care about each other, but the remnants of summer love can only last so long. All I ever want to do is kiss you. All I ever want to do is move on.