On most days, I feel like I'm pretty strong.
But on days like these, I marvel at how I manage to fool myself.
All I want to do right now, is curl into a big arm chair with a steaming cup of hot chocolate, so I can have you sit next to me and talk about all the things I love, while watch that rain go pitter-patter from my window sill.
Funny thing this nostalgia.
It makes the most disconnected souls crave for familiarity and for love.
