Last night we played and drank wine on your rooftop, dancing to jazz and saying goodbye to the life we know now. It’s my 25th year and as the sun came through your window this morning, I thought about how things end. And how tragically beautiful it is to live knowing nothing lasts . So let there be nights of dancing on rooftops, of getting tangled up in sheets together, of slow smiles and fast decisions, nights of holding each others bare bodies and mornings of saying goodbye.