Moving

forward.

To be honest,

I like traditional gender roles, to an extent.

I just lost my first real love,

and my heart will never quite heal.

See, I can't even type this without crying.

My cabdriver today was an elderly Sikh gentleman.

He had a warm smile and hummed a gentle song while I vacantly stared out the window. 

I wanted to stay there forever.

Oh my God

I am so sad.

How can you go from knowing someone so well?

To not knowing them at all. Welcome to the rest of your life.

I have nothing to say

except everything, everything is changing.