May 3
Maybe we don’t need to go anywhere. We could just sit here and let the clock run, talking about the same things we did yesterday until the words feel like an old song we both know.
I like the way the day feels when it’s predictable... the same coffee, the same walk, the same way you look when you're thinking.
There’s no rush to get to the end of the book when the current page is this good. If tomorrow looks exactly like this, I think I’d finally be satisfied. Why look for something new when I’m still not tired of this?
Maybe we don’t need to go anywhere.