nineteen march
eleven : sixteen p.m.

i guess i knew it was coming. and i guess i wanted it to happen, in a way.

but. it feels so strange. we were both so sure of it. we used to talk about how we'd have an amazing music collection when we moved in together.

i used to feel so glad that i wouldn't have to be twenty or thirty-something and "out there" looking for "the one."

so much for that.

music : silence
literature : anthem
fixation : tomorrow