Please, please for the love of god don't leave me. And I don't mean physically. No wait, I do mean physically. I will be able to make it through short term; I don't know about long term. I just don't know how I'm going to be able to say goodbye and not know when the next hello will be. I can't imagine not being able to see you almost every day. But I can't imagine you staying here either. I know that Texas is what's best for you and Baylor won't know what to do with someone like you. Just don't forget me. Don't forget the debate rides home and the inside jokes. If I see you ten weeks or ten years later, and I reference Gary Gulman will you reference it back? When Killer Queen comes on, will you think of me? Because Elton John's Daniel makes me think of you, gives me a feeling of you. I have a strong feeling that that goodbye, will be the last goodbye. And I'm not very religious, but I'm praying that I will see you again. I'm praying that this wasn't some high school obsession or the equivalent. I'm praying that this will all have amounted to something. I'm praying that this little life I've constructed will pass the test and become a reality. That in 15 years I'll look back and laugh because of where I've ended up, for us to laugh about our teen years. I can imagine us old together, drinking tea or lemonade on a front porch griping about the current president or the horrible music the young children are listening to. I can imagine us listening to old records and new ones alike. I can imagine the stressed nights and the long nights, but I imagine them together. I can weather stormy times and I can weather sunny times. I know you are destined for incredible things.
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Chutes and Ladders: Vol. 1
PoesiaThis is a collection of my poetry over the past year. It's a very intimate thing for me to share; every word has a back story. I hope you enjoy
