I love talking to chic people in warm striped sweaters.
I love knowing street names of places I visited yesterday.
I love sunny days that put me in a better mood.
I love music that makes me dance.
I love my apartment.
I love Long Beach.
I love my BMW.
I love days that feel this amazing.
I love getting off work exactly at 2pm.
I love that feeling of extreme happiness you feel you could burst.
I love that feeling of extreme happiness you can’t even speak.
I love driving at a consistent speed of 80 mph on the 710 fwy.
If only every day felt this way, and for no particular reason.