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Breaking many, many months of Livejournal silence, only to make the much-repeated observation that life moves so, so quickly.
Two years ago exactly I had spent the day with Kat and Michael and Alex, rolling around on the grass with blankets and neglecting my homework. How can it seem so far away and only be two years? Three years is an indescribably long time...still in high school, never been kissed, barely out of the closet, never away from home for more than six weeks.
Now I'm living on my own, paying rent, going to school, about to mark the 1 year anniversary with my boyfriend. Now I only have about three or four friends back in Georgia, and I've only spent six weeks at home in the last year. I'm 20 years old, but looking back on old journal entries I marvel and think "God, was I ever really that young?"
I'm still young, but not so young that life is one big discovery anymore. I remember the thrill of being drunk for the first time, of being kissed for the first time, and of falling in love back in those woods. That feeling of being on the edge. I wonder if that feeling is gone forever, or if there are, actually, even more things to discover. One hopes.
All those times that have gone....they must still exist somewhere. Somewhere we can't reach. Anyway, for the sake of my yearning heart, I hope that somewhere there's a younger me rolling around on the grass with the people he loves.
Two years ago exactly I had spent the day with Kat and Michael and Alex, rolling around on the grass with blankets and neglecting my homework. How can it seem so far away and only be two years? Three years is an indescribably long time...still in high school, never been kissed, barely out of the closet, never away from home for more than six weeks.
Now I'm living on my own, paying rent, going to school, about to mark the 1 year anniversary with my boyfriend. Now I only have about three or four friends back in Georgia, and I've only spent six weeks at home in the last year. I'm 20 years old, but looking back on old journal entries I marvel and think "God, was I ever really that young?"
I'm still young, but not so young that life is one big discovery anymore. I remember the thrill of being drunk for the first time, of being kissed for the first time, and of falling in love back in those woods. That feeling of being on the edge. I wonder if that feeling is gone forever, or if there are, actually, even more things to discover. One hopes.
All those times that have gone....they must still exist somewhere. Somewhere we can't reach. Anyway, for the sake of my yearning heart, I hope that somewhere there's a younger me rolling around on the grass with the people he loves.