i kept a blog (unsuccessfully) for about a year. i say unsuccessfully because it lasted roughly a year. looking back on it, it looks like i was someone else. i watched myself go from hopeless romantic to (virtually) nihilistic cynicism. i looked bipolar. but i always had hope.
looking at myself from such a distance made me realize that even though i’m evolving personally and becoming closer to the way i want to live my life, love still has an incredibly lasting and lingering touch.
