I wish I could not think about you as much as you don’t think about me.
I wish I could not think about you as much as you don’t think about me.
Marilyn Monroe.
Oh, Marilyn, could you be right?
Why do we look forward to growing up so much when we are younger?
We want freedom, but we get responsibility instead. It’s exhausting.
Can we pretend that we’re little kids again, just for awhile? Where our biggest worry was what food to pretend to eat at our fake tea parties? That was where our true freedom was, and I miss that.
“I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened.”