Only In Your Dreams - Flowers from 1970 (concept idea)

George.

Isabelle had left by this point, we studied together but really the entire time I don't think I learned much of anything. I was too focused and distracted on her, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I got ready for the game, not anything too out of the ordinary or special.. but I wanted to look good you know? I wanted to impress her some how, someway. once it came time for the  game I was extremely nervous, but also so excited. I still felt guilty about George and I felt like I was betraying him leaving him behind in the past but, it was for the best. I did it for him, I never really understood the saying 'when you love someone you have to be willing to let them go' because it sounds stupid, if I know I can love and care about someone more than practically anybody else why should I let them go? But I finally understood that now. I had to let George go for his own sake and happiness, for mine too. The pain of knowing we would never be able to actually make it work and stay together tore me apart, because I wanted to make things work but I knew it wasn't possible. I was only going to make it hurt all the more for both of us the longer we talked. I loved him. I still do, and i am 99% sure I always will. But that's why I let him go. it was the hardest decision of my life to cut the cord. I'll always keep that notebook, till im on my deathbed I swear just to know one day maybe I will get to see him just for a single moment. Everytime I passed by the garden on campus I would see freshly bloomed candulas and I thought of him. I may put him in the past, but that doesn't mean I will ever forget about him. all the memories we shared together, the smallest things. Everytime it crosses my mind it makes me smile. I knew the longer I talked to him the more time I was wasting, not for me but for him. I wouldn't of chosen anyone else to waste my time with. I never would of actually considered it wasting time really, but I knew there was so many opportunities he would miss out on in life. If his heart continued to belong to me the harder it would break when we would part ways. I couldn't do that to him and I couldn't let him live his life talking to me over the phone for hours on end any longer, because the more I fell for him the more I felt torn between the choice of staying with him or leaving him and I knew either way it would hurt. It was for the best. he meant the world to me and he was a wonderful experience.. but I still missed him. I wished there was another choice and another way it could of happend. I wish I could change the logics of time and fate, it was impossible for us to be together. 50 years apart, still under the same roof, the same stars in the night sky. I was holding him back from truly living his life to the fullest. But honestly looking back on it I wouldn't of changed a thing. I don't regret meeting him. every single second was worth it.