Even though I hate it, I still love you like the first warm day in February.
When it starts to feel like riding to the gas station to get slushies
and taking the long way home just to drive with the windows down.
When it starts to feel like listening to country music
and the days are longer than the night.
I still love you like the feeling of finding the first firefly of the year,
when it starts to feel like staying up all night just to watch the stars
and the nostalgia that lingers in the air.
Today was the first warm day in February.
And I still love you, even if we aren't together, even if you broke my heart.
