another year over, a new one's just begun
perish every fond ambition,
all i've sought or hoped or known.
yet how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own.
"I miss your old beau's voice on that one..." sharyn said when we'd finished practicing.
"yeah. me too"
"it was really good for his voice."
"i know....this is one of the ones we sang for the longest together, back from when i was a freshman. it was always one of our best." and then i went and sat down for the few minutes before the survice and hid behind my hair to blink away the lump in my throat.
someday i will read this journal and make fun of me for how pathetic i have allowed myself to become.