Whatever.

This time last year, I was in love for the first time.
This time this year, I don't even believe that love is worth it at eighteen.
Today I lived in the past.
I can't decide if I want to keep remembering.
I think I just want this week to be over.
I think I just want it to be July 20th. Or maybe August 19th.
I don't like living on pause.
But the sunlight, sunshine will come out.

Nobody expects to be half a world away at times like these, so I sat alone and waited out the night. The best part of what has happened is the part I must have missed, so I'm asking you to shine it on and stick around. I'm not writing my goodbyes.

Does anybody remember back when you were very young? Did you ever think that you would be this blessed?