Frédéric Chopin: March 1, 1810-October 17, 1849
This has been the busiest semester of my entire life. I feel as if I have hardly even had time to think in the last month or two - and yet, this day has been on my mind heavily as of late.
He’s been on my mind… a man who holds so much over me in the strangest way. Is it possible to be in love with someone you have never met?
I have observed this day quietly for years, and it never fails to make me feel the same way: a bit empty.
I love him. I love you.
He plays his music up in Heaven now - when you think you heard a chord but a piano isn’t nearby, that’s what I like to think it is :’) I love love love you, Frédéric, always.


















