I realized without her, I don't eat breakfast
or wake up on time(6:55 is kind of late, even for me).
Now I know what it's like to wash piling dishes, every day.
I procrastinate even on that and now there's a sink-ful waiting.

I'm too tired to make dinner,

I'll just eat a banana.

this odd delirious happiness is back again;
even though it'll be hours before I can hit the hay.

windows of opportunity are everywhere.

we just miss them sometimes because
we're busy looking for doors.