I always find myself sad around this time of year, because it invariably reminds me of some of the happiest times I ever spent in my life in that awful, wistful way where you know you couldn't get them back even if you could get them back, because now you know too much. It's a shame. It's really lovely out there.
Also, stupid fine frayed line between crush and obsession.
I hope you're all doing okay. Well. I know some of you aren't but I wish you were.