It's ok

It's ok to miss the one who would sing with you in the car

It's ok to listen to Mumford and Sons over and over again

It's ok to kill the car 15 billion times while learning stick shift.

It's totally ok to drive to Provo to get some delicious BYU Creamery and wait in line for 30 min

It's ok to anxiously wait for the postman to drop off his letters

And it's definitely ok to want your sweetheart to share in these adventures

But it's also ok to know who you are without him