Rainy Sunday at work. I just put on Justin Bieber’s Justice. I love his emotional songwriting, such beautiful vulnerable pop ballads. They also make me want to write honest pop songs for a living..

I find myself fantasizing about him really fucking with my shit, inviting me to his villa, watching the sun set, meeting his kid, and the two of us having a long talk about love. About how complicated it is with Hailey. About how heavy it is to carry everything he feels. We’re both in tears, hugging.