No one was breathing on the metro this morning. Packed in like sardines and barely an inhale could be heard.

It’s summertime and I sit with him at a table in a coffee shop in the airport, people are all around us and I’m doing my best to fight back

You left for a week and I got a small glimpse at what my life might be like without you.

Even the nights when we do nothing together feel extraordinary.

This is a shout out to the people who fill each and everyday with activities. Whose weekends are stacked with plans and adventures.

I decided to live my last four days of 25 like a shiny quarter.