There's an old poem by Neruda that I've always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says "love is so short, forgetting is so long." It's a line I've related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we're trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren't the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren't really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning.

Live your life like you are 80 years old looking back on your teenage years

To truly love is to have the courage to walk away and let the other person who wishes to be free go no matter how much it hurts.

When we meet someone and we fall in love we don’t ever imagine that it’s going to end.

Appreciate what you have while you have it and the beauty in what’s there right now and try to preserve it for tomorrow.

Winter = baking season. It's on.

I really don’t want a compilation of sounds. I just need them to be songs.