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this is for all of you who mean so much: to locked doors at three in the morning, french fry indigestion and offers of "hanging out". to savory apple martinis and not-so-great fries sogged down by ketchup, to thickly frosted cupcakes and air conditioner frenzy. to sunlight beating (yes, literally, beating, i can think of no more apt of a word) in through windows, red bull & vodka *yum*, and smoking on the steps. to champagne. to sticky and sudden bouts of drizzle, mcdonald's chicken select fried skin, and heavy luggage. to black feet and lethargic heat (yes, i'm aware that the two do rhyme). to showering through an open window (i thought it was an empty courtyard!) and forced-upon pellegrino. to good conversation and exquisite company. There's that one saying, "the more things change, the more they stay the same", and i've seen that with high school friends, and even with some college ones, but i can't help but think that nothing will be the same anymore. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, it's probably both, but either way, the thought is so poignant that i can't think of it without feeling a profound sense of loss. I know that there will be new beginnings, that five years down the road, this will all have evaporated into insignificance. But maybe the thing is, that I don't want for it all to be insignificant in the future. i want to capture this moment in my own little time capsule and come back to it only to find it as fresh, as new and exciting, as it is now. I've come to realize that there are certain people in my life who I depend on more than I have liked to admit, people who I will more than miss when I must go away. People who have already left marks on my skin that can't be easily massaged away, because they, and I, have held on too tight. I won't say more than that, because I have no words, I feel too much. there is only a song. damien rice - the blower's daughter by christine at 1:35 PM ©
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