Anyway the wind blows.
I'm going to the beach tomorrow, and I thought I was going to think of you the whole time since you love the beach. But then I remembered that we're going to kind of a shitty beach, so maybe I'll think about how you'll hate that beach and you'll never want to go there.
Which is perfectly fine with me.
Because it doesn't really matter to me.
Photo by: Marlon Kowalski