The Transition

College. What a daunting word. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm uber excited for the entire experience. In fact, there are many occasions at which college seems too far away (e.g. when I have a ten-page senior thesis due... then again, I'll have plenty of those in college). But when it gets down to it, the transition from high school to college is bittersweet. There are few that can argue the other way (successfully).

This year (so far) has been so wonderful. It makes me smile when I think about all of the beautiful people in my life. My days, because of them, consist of endless strings of laughter and a smile as constant as the stars. They all know who they are. One thing I should note is that, this year, I've made so many more friends and I'm very happy that I decided to immerse myself in so many different activities and events.

I've learned a lot about, well, everything. My teachers teach me formulas and dates, but, more than that, they teach me about life. I'm extremely blessed to know so many extraordinary people. They don't realize how influential they are in the lives of their students.

Then, I think about college. I'm going to get a roommate (ahhhhhh). I'm going to have demanding classes (good-bye, senioritis). I'm not going to have my mom nearby (gosh, what am I going to do when I need a hug?). But I'm going to meet new, interesting people. I'm going to go to new, interesting places. I'm going to learn new, interesting things. So, chances are, that I'll get by. After all, Mommy and Daddy are just a phone-call (or Skype-call) away.

Photography

If I had a photography portfolio, this would be it.

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Ambiguity

Behind the Left-Wing Curtain

Leather and Looks

Ink and Water Collide

Rehearsal

Properties

Fleeing With the Sun

A Pig

Upstate

In My Youth

Stage Presence

I'm Trying to Come Up With a Clever Quote

Trying to be quotable is rather a difficult task. The words come when the need leaves and the whim arrives when the knowledge escapes me.

Poof

Poof. "I just lost it."

What in God's name is that supposed to mean? Do guys have some genetic love extinguisher in their hearts? Is it some involuntary thing that happens—extinguishing a flame? Why is it that one day everything is perfect and then the next thing you know the guy just says it's over with no other explanation than "I just lost it"? And then there's the good, old, faithful It's Not You, It's Me. Oh, c'mon, fellas. You can say that in hopes of sparing our feelings, but when you just get up and go without any notice, we're going to take it personally.

Four wonderful weeks and now you're gone. You're done. You "just lost it". And I've gained a feeling of helplessness because I have no idea what went wrong when everything felt so right. I wonder if I should have seen it coming. After all, this isn't the first time this has happened to me. At this point, I should just expect that when something—someone—appears too good to be true, it's because they are.

Was it something I said? Was it because we talked too much or too little? Was it that we never saw each other? Was it because I wrote you a song? Did that cross a line with you? Was it just me? Ugh.

You were so perfect. And I never felt the way I did—and kind of still do—about anyone before. I know that it'll be a long time before something comes along that is anything close to you. I keep kicking myself in the head for not using Gorilla Glue on you and I.

God. If you're reading this right now, I hope you're sad. No, I don't mean that. I just hope for the better and miss the best. Does that even make sense? I hope you're happy. When you find someone that is as perfect for you as you were for me, I hope you don't let her slip away. And if she does slip away, then maybe, just maybe, you'll understand what this is like for me.

Poof. I just found it.