I fell into a depressive mood today (what else is newwww). But I went for a walk around a lake and I began to talk to the hordes of geese. I’m pretty lucky to have loved and to have been loved so completely, so wildly, and so devotedly. Honestly, it was kind of a once in a life time thing. I thought of our jokes and how our weird humor complemented one another. Thanks onion man. It was like living in a fairytale, and we were just kids until we broke up. We behaved like kids. We loved liked kids. We tried to figure things out like kids do. And I made a lot of mistakes along way. I loved like how my parents loved me. Hey, I’m just figuring out how to unlearn their toxic behavior so I can’t say I could have been better. I mean they’re old now and they’re still stuck in their ways. High highs and low lows. But I guess you have to experience one extreme to experience the other. It was crazy and stupid, and I’m very lucky to have had it.  I have to cherish how wonderful, how polarizing, how selflessly we loved one another. We were the pigeons of Collblanc.