The weekend is fast approaching and with the soothing thoughts of sun, sand and relaxation, I am obsessing about the sinking feeling that encountered tonight in my shower. I let the water burn and steam my skin as I rethought how good of a day today turned out to be. First my trip to Southlake turned out hopeful and optimistic. Then, a day filled with my best friend, driving to Northpark and Mocking Bird, Happy hour and Creative Recs. The simple car ride on the way home filled with traffic and a full Beatles marathon; discussing who is the least talented, the order of our favorites, who is the best song writers of all time... ect.
It only kills me inside to think that this is my last year of this joyfulness. Things like this will never happen again after this year is over. We will part our ways, live our lives, fall in love, get married, get a job, have a family, grow up. Without each other. The steam ultimately made tears unable to fall which was a perk, considering as I got out, I would have to collaborate with my mother. But, thinking about it has never made me feel this way. Walking into my room made the feelings reality, where the cool air allowed my welled tears to rain down, but I stopped myself thinking, "I have a year, I have a year to make it count".