Things aren’t out of the ordinary. I’m just living my life and praying I’ll see the 9th of January; and hopefully I’ll still be loved by February. Or will I March out that door searching for something more? Naw, being ungrateful will just turn me into the fool of April. I’ll call you my Juliet in May & I promise you’ll have all my 500 Summer Days. By July we’ll both be holding hands looking up in the sky. Come August we’ll ponder together why there are no holidays and stress on the busy September days. I’ll scare you on October, and I’m sure you won’t forgive me until November. But come December, I’ll profess the day I decided to love you forever. And it will all come together that time doesn’t even matter as long as we promise each other to live happily ever after.

C’est la vie.

-Erik Alicante