2017 since the beginning of time 2017 and it’s still looking us in the eye. Love is playing with us all. Love told me to be kind yesterday. But love also taught me hate. Love isn’t fascinated by us the way we are by it. Love is chilling at a cafe on Wilson street 32. Love is embracing the sun underneath shades, playing air guitar while we all watch him. Love is minding her own business, and sipping every last bit of her Cuba libre. Love is taking care of love and maybe we should take care of us.