Endless Winter

Tomorrow is the first day of Spring but you wouldn't be able to tell. Will this winter ever end? I don't mind if it doesn't. The part of me that enjoys being sad is relishing in these cold, dreary days. You know, the part that makes you do things like listen to The National late at night or go through old boyfriend photos you can't seem to get rid of. Not all the time, but every once in a while.

xo,

e.m.