Oh January! How I love you so! Even though you greet my skin with a dryness I’ve never known, I know it is still worth waiting for you.
My dear January, from you I can tell it is going to be a rad year, and those exceptions are the more reason why I look forward to seeing you.
My dear January, You wrapping your arms around me and letting me know that everything is okay is so comforting, enthralling even. A feeling that all the other 11 months wish to give me.
My dear January, I can tick 31 days off my journal calendar knowing I prematurely had the best month of the year, a I-said-this-too-soon type of feeling, Without meaning to throw shade on February where the sun shines as March.
Oh, tell me if I’ll see you next year?