All I knew for sure was that I would try to search for more beautiful sunsety moments and try to live inside more confused, breathless instances where someone I loved looked down at my shirt and took a pause and realized they loved me back. I would try to find more lovely little conversations where a stranger’s eyes clouded over and they realized they could not be anything other than honest with me, and I would try to one day fall in love with myself the way I fell in love with strangers on the street.
