the bricks don't have the same colour

I got an email from D that reminded me just why I used to be so in love with him. He just knows things. I can't explain it. Though now I can only appreciate it without the feeling of being loved. But that's fine. It's still as comforting as ever to know there's someone who can read me like an open book but chooses to like me instead of being repulsed. I can't say that about more than three or four people in my life.

Summer's slowly remembering that it's her turn to be around, that goodness for that. I was beginning to think that we'd just have an entire year of early spring (i.e. rain and cold)...

And I really don't want to sound pretentiously deep or anything, but lately I've been looking up a lot instead of at the ground/my feet while outside and and I feel like the sky is always beautiful, no matter how many clouds there are. It's just always beautiful. I wonder why.

/P.