i always thought love was this passionate, explosive thing.

it's a strange thing...

it feels like winter is over

i’ll never forget sam's backyard- the wooden swing on the tree, the vibrant meadow, the tiny stream between his house and mine, and the occasional treat of seeing a doe prancing in between the thick of the greens. i can still taste the chocolate chip cookies we’d bake and the soda we’d drink as if … Continue reading a young summer →

today i'm wondering...