after Alex Dimitrov
I love coincidences.
I love surprises, especially pleasant ones.
I love the radio.
I love finding joy in the things we can’t control.
I love the space between winter and spring, and how it feels like a fresh start despite its recurrence.
I love contradictions.
I love the simplification of things that are otherwise too complicated for the human heart to understand.
I love things I don’t understand.
I love friendship.
I love routines.
I love riding the same bus every morning, no matter the weather.
I love the passage of time and what it does to us.
I love looking at my life through the lens of five years ago and realizing everything is exactly and nothing like I imagined it to be.
I love growth.
I love watering plants.
I love magnolias, how they bloom for only two weeks, how it forces you to pay attention.
I love temporary.
I love performances.
I love jazz.
I love improvisation, how it instantly turns music into a version of itself that has never existed before and will never exist again.
I love once in a lifetime.
I love childhood best friends.
I love that old memories are like the bricks of a house, rarely considered but entirely foundational.
I love that losing things doesn’t make you stop loving them.
I love souvenirs and photographs.
I love art.
I love that art attempts to explain the unexplainable, in order to make living more bearable.
I love coming to accept that some things will be left unexplained.
I love dancing, with no explanation other than that there is music.
I love everyone who has danced here with me.
I love that none of it is a given.
I love believing that I will dance again.
I love that I am not too old to know better.