It's 3am, Monday, August 29th, and I just realized my junior year of high school begins a week from tomorrow. Two years of the dreaded high school experienced passed and completed. Now where has my summer gone? I haven't done a drop of my AP Calc or French homework, so what have I done?
My sophomore year ended with a bang. While off adventuring with a bucket of Napoleon ice cream, my friend's car got broken into. Then what? I can't remember what comes next. That must have been the same week my dear finally kissed me. It seems like so long ago, and yet that happy moment only just happened.
I remember the fourth of July, with its fireworks and unbridled community gathering. I remember auditioning for my friend's student directed play and actually getting a part. I remember stressing out about that fundraising even the Drama Team officers organized, and having to deal with everyone else's bad moods. I remember practicing Rodeo to death so it could be perfect for my piano recital at the end of July, only to have it blow up in my face.
That must have been when I lost my summer. Once July ended and August 1st came around. My dear was away in Colorado helping his best friend move. Rehearsals became more and more frequent, and I became frantic trying to be a good actor for the first time in my life. And when he came home, we spent every last day we had together. We went bowling, and to his house for epic movies and marathons of Doctor Who, and it seems like every other day we visited The Root Beer Store. We drank so much root beer from that wonderful store in the next town over, and I have no regrets. No regrets whatsoever of how I spent my time: with him. Always with him.
Then the day rolled around where I had to say goodbye. Only two weeks after his weeklong escapade in Colorado. Time is never enough it seems. Saying goodbye was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life, and I realized how much he really means to me. And I realized how long he will be gone. At least three months until I could possible see him again, but... eight years until he will be done with school. We're so young. So little of time has passed; only six months together. So much time still to come. But I know he's worth it. He will always be worth it.
Six months came and went
Till six more we will have spent
When one year is passed and through
Twelve more months I'll give to you
February 21st ♥
I love you, my dear. No matter how overbearing or irritated I get, I will always love you.
B-sharp, never B-flat, always B-natural
:C) ♫ŤΔΜΪΞ
"Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life." ~William Faulkner
"Day, n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent." ~Ambrose Bierce
"Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough." ~George Bernard Shaw
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