This all could be some empty promise to myself, tinged with naïveté, to be laughed at in a few years or even months time when I return back to the dry Californian air — but I’m going to say this now: I am going to love and be in love. Every. Single. Day.
Maybe that’s why I couldn’t bring myself to stop liking you: because deep inside I know you’re a vitamin, and not some poison.
Unlimited chips and salsa is a curse, really. More chips, please!
Even though you’ll think of them often, time will go by even faster if you have busy days.
It’s hard to find someone I feel comfortable with. I rarely open up to new people I meet, in fear that if I do, one day our relationship will turn to dust.