We were all in love and we all got hurt.

I love my white coat.
And the fact that I'm learning to play piano, slowly but surely.
And that I don't have a math class this year.
And when I wear my dad's sweaters.
And music that sings to your soul.
And when I see traces of loving kindness in people that you wouldn't expect to see it in.
And Special K cereal.
And being in control.
And sinking into terribly warm sheets while the rest of your room is terribly cold.
And standing up for your beliefs.
And praying and knowing that even though your words are anything but poetic or beautiful, God loves to hear them.


And I love realizing that we all are human and being okay with that.