Bright and Oceanward

I just got an email from my best friend and it makes me want to cry- it’s so nice.

“You’ll have to send me pictures of Prom. I can’t wait to see your dress. You always are beautiful.”

you’re always influenced by your first love;

but one can fall in love with many things. the ocean, a passion, the smell of old books, superheroes, personalities, the color green, the taste of avocado, a place, a time, a moment. 

these moments make the love mine. a shared collection of these moments make the love our’s. it won’t go away, it will just settle; like the sand after a wave, like batman atop a gotham city building. then, it will be quiet and soft, like it was at first; resembling the purple rain showers, or the crisp sheets. with the quiet comes peace of mind. 

Funny how homework multiples.
Saturday it’s half an essay and a few physics worksheets, Sunday it’s half an essay, a history test, and multiple physics worksheets.
Don’t forget the SAT this coming Saturday..
And Prom. Prom Prom Prom. Nom Nom Nom. Chomping along.

If someone can remember every detail of a book, I find that incredibly sad. It means they don’t read often enough to get the story lines of multiple books jumbled up without noticing.

I wonder if it’s the same way with life? The experienced ones bobble things, and the one-timers remember each detail? This, too, would be incredibly sad.