and i can’t help myself
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Years from now, when I hear this song I’ll think of you moving away, of summer days throwing the disc by the lake at lunch, of grilling late at night, of roommates, of musical ambitions, of your constant friendship, of all the hours you put into my project, of long bike rides in the late afternoon, of making that one pasta dish again and again, of your thumb drawing circles on my palm, of soccer games with friends, of the joy of being able to run again, of daring myself to do things that scare me, of making so many new friends in the most unusual ways, of plans b c and d, of long rides to and from the polo fields, of finally being honestly and perfectly okay with things, of wanting more of everything, of feeling terrible and amazing, sometimes at once, of crazy ideas and long meetings and girls and good food and trips to Europe and beautiful websites and the unshakeable feeling that one’s time has finally come and possibly gone, of listening to this song over and over again.