to you

the last time the calendar said february 14 we were still counting back hours in order to say it at the right time.  I was finally realizing what three months meant, how something can be so light and so heavy at the same time.  this year february came so cold but those are things you don’t notice from underneath blankets and cups of tea and missing the last metro but holding hands all the way home.  this spring I’m flipping pages of the calendar so much faster and instead of months I’m counting down days.  I know this holiday is silly but I’ve never felt so lucky.