I gave everybody a good hard look tonight. I was trying to memorize their faces, their smiles… Trying to catalog our inside jokes so I never forget them. We walked away and I breathed a sigh of… something, I don’t even know if it was a sigh of relief. But I breathed deep. I wiped my tears. She and I came to my room, sat on my bed, had some lemonade, talked about life, and already, it felt right.
I’ve been blessed to be surrounded by these faces, these smiles, these jokes for so long. I loved life as a 21, 22, 23, 24 year old. I loved the people around me. Life was good.
But I’m pushing my way toward 25, trying to turn a new leaf, trying to finish scribbling the last few lines of this chapter of life before I start my next. While a few characters will continue to press forward with me, and all are welcome to make a reappearance in the future… I suspect that many will come to be cherished as significant characters from the past. I’m not trying to shut anybody out. I just need to know that I am independent.
I’ve loved and I’ve been loved and I am so thankful for everything that my “early-mid-twenties” held for me.
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life — It goes on.
~Robert Frost
Peace.
