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I don't really know what to say.
I know we often say that this time is different from all the others-- which may be true, but it also may just mean that we are growing as time goes on. I've never seen someone every day and not gotten sick of them. I get sick of everyone. And I've never been so excited to open my eyes in the morning. I'm not thinking about it. I know that nearly every good thing is transitory--but I'm not worried. I can't see the end of this. It's occured to me, while the strings tuned and while the headlights went whizzing by me, that I would much prefer this to end in distaster than in a simple platonic parting. I know disaster hurts more. But how awful-- to think that this could just fizzle out and one day cease to exist for us. It's a funny predeliction, considering this past year's events. I've come such a long way.
I know we often say that this time is different from all the others-- which may be true, but it also may just mean that we are growing as time goes on. I've never seen someone every day and not gotten sick of them. I get sick of everyone. And I've never been so excited to open my eyes in the morning. I'm not thinking about it. I know that nearly every good thing is transitory--but I'm not worried. I can't see the end of this. It's occured to me, while the strings tuned and while the headlights went whizzing by me, that I would much prefer this to end in distaster than in a simple platonic parting. I know disaster hurts more. But how awful-- to think that this could just fizzle out and one day cease to exist for us. It's a funny predeliction, considering this past year's events. I've come such a long way.